Quotes About Chaos

It only looked chaotic because it was vastly, marvelously complex.

No human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitomy of chaos and anarchy, a pigeon that whizzes around unpredictably, that sets it's claws in you, picks at your eyes..

These Diderots and d'Alemberts and Voltaires and Rousseaus or whatever names these scribblers have - there are even clerics among them and gentleman of noble birth! - they've finally managed to infect the whole society with their perfidious fidgets, with their sheer delight in discontent and their unwillingness to be satisfied with anything in this world, in short, with the boundless chaos that reigns inside their own heads!

but you can't live, live with it either, never, no human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitome of chaos and anarchy

Things started to fly around the room. I don't mean little things like books and lamps. I'm talking the refrigerator, the stove, and the couch. It was like a deadly game of dodge ball. I

The front-line foot soldiers each held what looked like a bazooka, molded out of a silver metal. They pointed the weapons at various locations of the base and fired. The projectiles soared straight through the air, each a tiny glass globe filled with an orange gas. The globes shattered on impact, releasing the vapors and in seconds the entire base was covered in an orange fog. Men and women began to drop like flies. Around the garbage dumpsters, flies were dropping like people. The

I believe you were going to tell me what you want." "Your crewman is raising havoc on my ship." "You can't expect him to be lowering havoc. It just isn't done," I said to an incredulous look from the goblin. "Besides you can't expect havoc to raise itself. I bet Sun would make a great father figure.

Todo lo inanimado se desintegraba, todo lo viviente moría. Cada vez que pensaba en esto notaba latidos en la cabeza al imaginar los furiosos y acelrados movimientos de las moléculas, las incesantes explosiones de la materia, el hirviente caos oculto bajo la superficie de todas las cosas.

The world is governed by chance. Randomness stalks us every day of our lives.

My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.

To human beings it won't look or feel like a war, it'll be more like . . . one of those modernist paintings you lot do, if it melted. Inside all your brains. Forever.

So peace is found only in trust, trust of the One who is in careful control of all the things that tend to rob you of your peace. He knows, he understands, he is in control of what appears to be chaos, he is never surprised, he is never confused, he never worries or loses a night's sleep, he never walks off the job to take a rest, he never gets so busy with one thing that he neglects another, and he never plays favorites.

Tendremos descanso en medio del caos no porque tengamos todo resuelto, sino porque sabemos quién es Él.

Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.

You gotta admit, it's a messed-up world when going to war is safer than staying home.

It's real hard to come off as even slightly superior when you're living a Tom and Jerry episode.

children who themselves have learned the art of manipulation and control, and you have the setup for chaos.

Borderlines may need to feel in control of other people because they feel so out of control with themselves. In addition, they may be trying to make their own world more predictable and manageable. People with BPD may unconsciously try to control others by putting them in no-win situations, creating chaos that no one else can figure out, or accusing others of trying to control them.

Vulnerability opens us up to being shamed. To someone with BPD, controlling others is a way to ensure that no one can ever shame them. In practice, however, people with BPD often attempt to control others by putting them in no-win situations, creating chaos, or accusing others of trying to control them.

Deux dangers ne cessent de menacer le monde ; l'ordre et le désordre.

Two dangers constantly threaten the world order and disorder.

It could be that you have the wrong hands, or the wrong face. It is not your imagination. You do. You have. It is emerging as the condition of our age. Every day there are new ways of being wrong. Explosions are common, but that is not it. We are waking up to it. We are opening our wrong eyes.

doesn't take long for man to mess up anything we get our hands on. Without God at the center, we eventually manage to make a mess of everything.

Nearly anyone might feel like a painter walking the streets of Paris then, because the light brought it out in you, and the shadows alongside the buildings, and the bridges which seemed to want to break your heart, and the sculpturally beautiful women in Chanel's black sheath dresses, smoking and throwing back their heads to laugh. We would walk into any café and feel the wonderful chaos of it, ordering Pernod or Rhum St James until we were beautifully blurred and happy to be there together.