Quotes About Chaos

The world used us as an excuse to go mad.

The world has gone a bit mad.

I can only be the madman that I've been so long.

I am not a country girl at all. I tried the whole country dream and it didn't work for me. I need the madness and pandemonium of a city around me.

War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.

It was only when Shona, in sheer fury, turned the carnivorous sheep among them that they moved. They ran, some of them with charming little white sheep attached to their legs or backsides and the rest shouting about monsters.

Busy old fool, unruly Sophie

I don't know, Your Majesty. He's a mess.

Ä°lginç ÅŸeyler oluyordu, ama daima baÅŸkalar?na oluyordu.

I can't breathe, she said. I feel like I'm drowning in a gray sea, like they're flooding the whole city, washing away our past and people, dashing everything from the face of the earth. Jammed

any space tends to look serene when it's not full of angry dinosaurs

rare, and as the household descended from eccentricity into chaos

I'll tell you what I long for, the days of disarray, when I didn't give a damn or a fuck or a farthing.

When hell fills up, the dead will walk the streets.

Numbers behave, words do not.

We start our lives in chaos, in babble. As we surge up into the world, we try to devise a shape, a plan. There is dignity in this. Your whole life is a plot, a scheme, a diagram. It is a failed scheme but that's not the point. To plot is to affirm life, to seek shape and control. Even after death, most particularly after death, the search continues. Burial rites are an attempt to complete the scheme, in ritual.

Forget the complaints against complexity; instead, complain about confusion.

This muck heaves and palpitates. It is multi-directional and has a mayor.

This mess calls for leadership in the worst way.

Relationships matter. They matter as much as exercise and nutrition. And not all relationships help us reach our goals. God doesn't give us crying, pooping children because he wants to advance our careers. He gives them to us for the same reason he confused language at the Tower of Babel, to create chaos and deter us from investing too much energy in the gluttonous idols of self-absorption.

God doesn't give us crying, pooping children because he wants to advance our careers. He gives them to us for the same reason he confused language at the Tower of Babel, to create chaos and deter us from investing too much energy in the gluttonous idols of self-absorption.

Clowns, hoboes, gypsies, and furry animals of all kinds scattered madly and dived for cover. No doubt they thought I'd finally lost it and was planning to lob more grenades.

For me, the start of a party only means a change from the tangible, boring, but satisfactory work of cooking, cleaning, and decorating to the unpredictable and far more difficult task of keeping several hundred neighbors and family members from injuring each other or driving me crazy before the end of the evening.

You're a natural at this kind of disorganized, illogical project.