Quotes About Chaos

Centuries-old ways of looking at the world, centuries-old rules, are jettisoned seemingly overnight. Traditions are mocked and banished. A man—or woman—with an unstable mind sees things falling apart. 'The center cannot hold; / mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.' To a psychopath, anarchy is exciting, the chaotic world reflects his chaotic interior life, confirms his conviction that anything should be allowed, that he can rightly do whatever he wants.

Any assemblage of frenetic images, bad music, and incoherent plot is called a major motion picture.

Frustrated, Carl said, 'Ain't we anarchyists?' 'It's pronounced an-are-kists . And no, we aren't.' 'I thought we was.' 'We rule through chaos. That's different.' Carl sounded like a pouting child. 'We need to be doing some anarchyism.' Intellectual arguments between satanists were less witty than I had expected.

an age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not...

All junkies are nuts.

THE WORLD HAS GONE MAD. YOU MIGHT have argued against that contention twenty years ago, but if you argue it in our time, you only prove that you, too, live in delusion.

I avoid contemporary TV...politics...art: all too frantic, fevered, and frivolous, or else angry, bitter.

Even in chaos, there is order, purpose, and strange meaning that invites—but often thwarts—our investigation and our understanding.

Variety is not the spice of life. It is the mother of disorder. Individuality is not the hallmark of freedom. It is the essence of decadence. Freedom is slavery to chaos. Unity is peace, all thinking and acting as one.

subatomic particles aren't fixed.

In truth, there were no tracks of destiny through the chaos of life, only paths forged by decisions. She had dreamed of riding a fast train to stardom, but the rails and ties of those tracks had never been carefully laid.

Ross Morrant, the bodyguard, was sprawled in a mess of blood, mayonnaise, mustard, and salami.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility. —James Thurber

The child who, far too young, saw anarchy in the world and feared it. The child who resented being born into such a disordered world, who saw chaos and yearned to find order in it.

truth, there were no tracks of destiny through the chaos of life, only paths forged by decisions.

the wake of the shriek, gunfire erupts. One, two, three shots.

Life can sometimes seem hopelessly complex, unpredictable, chaotic. Then a strange order makes itself known.

because real life was plotted like Tolkien on methamphetamine

until delusion becomes mass insanity. Whole societies do go mad.

Where an owner showed pride in his home, the fresh paint, the upright picket fence, the well-barbered shrubs only emphasized the debris, decay, and dilapidation that characterized the surrounding properties. Each island of order did not offer hope of a community-wide transformation, but instead seemed to be a dike that could not long hold back an inevitably rising tide of chaos.

Under the final level of apparent chaos, one finds strange order again, and the final level of order is thought." "Thought?

It was a comedy of errors.

We Vietnamese have two philosophies to sustain us. The Confucian tells us how to behave when fate grants us peace and order. The Buddhist trains us to accept our fate even when it brings us blood and chaos.

It was Lord of the Flies without table manners.