Quotes About Chaos

Do you get the same peace of mind that I do when you're causing random damage? Especially random, senseless, mindless damage that serves no real purpose. That's my favorite kind, you know! That's the best!

and scattering onto the floor.

little fucker!" Star shouted at him. "No! Don't kill me! Please, God!" The dude's hands flew up to where his head got hit and he crumpled in half like a paper doll, falling to his knees on a pile of rotted wood and greasy drywall. The corner was filled with garbage spilling

A single moment changes destinies.

What is the difference between justice and revenge? he asked. ... Revenge seeks chaos, he said. Justice seeks balance. That's the difference.

The world is in chaos. It's not about that. The world has always been on fire. Now, it might not be about saving it, as much as it is about helping each other through it all. Holding each other up, helping, fixing, working together, loving, forgiving. You don't get to just leave, just make a space and hide there waiting for everything dark and frightening to go away.

A mixture of feelings- love, distaste, revulsion, pity- rose in my throat…There was an eternity to that moment, that see-sawing split- second when adoration clung and then lurched, spilling into chaos, rage, hate, anger: the desire to smash and embrace, love and destroy. Betrayal does that…Shows you how worthless love is, when its object is indifferent, ruthless, no more than a machine for surviving.

And then his world turned into a pelting rain of flaming snot.

If he ever does do himself in, I'm betting it'll be something that involves large explosions. And lots of innocent bystanders, probably.

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.

Even at midnight the city groans in the heat. We have had no rain for quite a while. The traffic sounds below ride the night air in waves of trigonometry, the cosine of a siren, the tangent of a sigh, a system, an axis, a logic to this chaos, yes.

This is a Hieronymous Bosch of facts and figures and blood and graphs.

We soldiers knew next to nothing about what was going on in the centres of power. We received so many orders and counter-orders that there were times when we did not obey any of them at all, knowing that they were likely to be countermanded almost immediately.

For our age-old enemies await us always, just beyond our thin walls. Hunger, thirst, and cold lie waiting there, and forever among us are those who would loot, rape, and maim rather than behave as civilized men. If we sit secure this hour, this day, it is because the thin walls of the law stand between us and evil. A jolt of the earth, a revolution, an invasion or even a violent upset in our own government can reduce all to chaos, leaving civilized man naked and exposed.

KILKENNY STUDIED THE street outside. The bulk of the outlaws seemed to have holed up in the livery stable and they were putting up a hot fire. Others had taken positions behind a pile of stones beyond the street and still others in the bunkhouse. There was no way to estimate their numbers. Some

We accept the familiar and the usual. We are comfortable with it. We do not want our nice three-dimensional world shattered. We enjoy our certainty, and even Einstein shied from the erratic world of the quantum theory. It suggested a chaos with which he was not prepared to deal.

If we sit secure this hour, this day, it is because the thin walls of the law stand between us and evil. A jolt of the earth, a revolution, an invasion or even a violent upset in our own government can reduce all to chaos, leaving civilized man naked and exposed.

Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore, my fair lady. "We don't have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don't have no school no more, my fair lady.

Mr. Kidswatter's

half done, she left her establishment topsy-turvy

In the kitchen reigned confusion and despair. One edition of jelly was trickled from pot to pot, another lay upon the floor, and a third was burning gaily on the stove. Lotty, with Teutonic phlegm, was calmly eating bread and currant wine, for the jelly was still in a hopelessly liquid state, while Mrs. Brooke, with her apron over her head, sat sobbing dismally.

The first thing that happens at the end of the world is that we don't know what is happening.

This is how the world ends, I think, everything crazy yet people doing normal things.

Coolheaded in the face of such hysteria, Rockefeller saw that he could convert this chaos to advantage.