Quotes About Chaos

My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if in a tornado's aftermath, birdsong, sunshine, supersaturated colors, wreckage all around, and myself, dazed and limping.

YOU'RE GOING TO VACUUM UP THAT SQUIRREL!

the gun went off, some dogs howled and

Typhon da?? kald?r?p bize f?rlatt?.

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

Chaos and intensity are no substitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life.

I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no subsitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life. Normal people are not always boring. On the contrary. Volatility and passion, although often more romantic and enticing, are not intrinsically preferable to a steadiness of experience and feeling about another person.

My thoughts were so fast that I couldn't remember the beginning of a sentence halfway through.

I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no substitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life... Volatility and passion, although often more romantic and enticing, are not intrinsically preferable to a steadiness of experience and feeling about another person (nor are they incompatible).

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way.

I spend the day running on a treadmill while madly juggling a half dozen grenades. It's a solid day of absolutely zero progress, and the best I can say, at the end of it, is that nothing exploded.

A young girl passes in a hurry. Hair uncombed. Full of black devils.

Why did people manufacture trouble when there was already so much of it in the world?

There had to be order. Grigori did not want to go back to the old days, of course. The tsar had given them bread queues, brutal police, and soldiers without boots. But there had to be freedom without chaos.

When there is fighting in the streets, they can claim that public order has broken down, and drastic measures are needed to restore the rule of law.

Memory whispers someplace in that jumbled machinery.

If somebody'd of come in and took a look, men watching a blank TV, a fifty-year old woman hollering and squealing at the back of their heads about discipline and order and recriminations, they'd of thought the whole bunch was crazy as loons.

They're out there...One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

Music has power to create a universe or to destroy a civilization.

Faith is the power to stand up to the madness and chaos of the physical world, while holding the position that nothing external has any authority over what heaven has in mind for you.

The imagination is the power that enables us to perceive the normal in the abnormal, the opposite of chaos in chaos.

Silence dies, clamor takes the power everywhere

Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.

What most people call "chaos" is actually incredibly predictable and maddeningly boring - greed, close-mindedness, warring over power.