Quotes About Chaos

Events do not reflect God's choices. They happen at random, and randomness is another name for chaos… And chaos is evil; not wrong, not malevolent, but evil nonetheless.

I stamp out vast empires. I crush palaces in my rigid hands. I harden my heart against churches. I blot out cemetaries. I feed the people with stinging nettles. I resurrect madness. I thrust my naked sword between the ribs of the world. I murder the world!

A shot was fired, the mob jumped back for a second then set about the car with renewed fury. In the end, two men were taken out and shot dead. They were Corporals Derek Wood and Robert Howes.

Ik weet niet hoe de wereld in elkaar zit, Onno, maar misschien is dat mijn kracht. Als je het mij vraagt zit zij helemaal niet in elkaar, net zo min als de inhoud van een vuilnisbak. Volgens mij is de wereld – althans op aarde – één reusachtig, geïmproviseerd rommeltje, dat in onverklaarbare redenen nog steeds min of meer functioneert. De mens hoor eigenlijk helemaal niet thuis in het heelal; maar nu hij er eenmaal is, is in allerlei opzichten alles mogelijk.

The world was a soup and thought was generally a fork: it seldom resulted in a good meal.

Holy Jesus God, it's the Gerps shootin' us up!" the manager shouted. He hadn't known whether to say Germans or Japs, and came out with both at once.

making sense? what fun is there in making sense?"~ Discord

The creation of a single world comes from a huge number of fragments and chaos.

i think about those twists of fate, the strange run-ins that can alter everything in the blink of an eye, or the shift of a single season.

It looked like his ponytail had revolted against him," said Bramble.

I know how to wait for clarity to emerge from chaos. I know what it is to trust in the power of the unseen.

Science makes everything so official-sounding, and so tidy. Unlike real life, which is often a mess.

Death is ... a travelling asunder into elemental chaos. And from the elemental chaos all is cast forth again into creation. Therefore death also is but a cul-de-sac, a melting-pot.

Time has two aspects. There is the arrow, the running river, without which there is no change, no progress, or direction, or creation. And there is the circle or the cycle, without which there is chaos, meaningless succession of instants, a world without clocks or seasons or promises.

All times are changing times, but ours is one of massive, rapid moral and mental transformation. Archetypes turn into millstones, large simplicities get complicated, chaos becomes elegant, and what everybody knows is true turns out to be what some people used to think.

But I believe life is an intelligent thing—that things aren't random.

At one point consciousness-altering devices like the microscope and telescope were criminalized for exactly the same reasons that psychedelic plants were banned in later years. They allow us to peer into bits and zones of Chaos.

Jen ended up as a single parent with three children fathered by three different men who were in the entertainment industry, too. Eve spent her teenage years trying to bring order to the chaos at home, raising her two younger siblings while her mom was off chasing roles and men. Eve resented her mother, her absentee father, and Hollywood for stealing her childhood.

To continue in atheism, I would need to believe that nothing produces everything, non-life produces life, randomness produces fine-tuning, chaos produces information, unconsciousness produces consciousness, and non-reason produces reason. I simply didn't have that much faith.

Rispetto a quello che stava succedendo nel mondo reale, la decadenza sembrava un vezzo. Quindi il punk andava oltre la decadenza: il punk era l'apocalisse. Era l'annientamento. Non funzionava più niente, e allora tanto valeva passare direttamente all'Apocalisse.

So punk wasn't about decay, punk was about the apocalypse. Punk was about annihilation.

The pedestrian had no idea which direction to go, so I ran him over.

We represent the true human condition, the one permanent victory over cruelty and chaos. . . . Our true home is the imagination, and our kingdom is the wide-open world.

I will love you as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey.