Quotes About Chaos

The madness with which suffering was dispersed in the world defied logic.

For what was living with a man if it wasn't living inside his insanity?

There was a discouraging lack of formality, or any sort of organization, to this place.

Her brain was a storm, her usual insight gone.

I feel like I'm standing in the wake of a volcano erruption.

Questions be running back and forth through my mind. Feel like snakes.

Pretty soon it feel like I can't think. My mind run up on a thought, git confuse, run back and sort of lay down.

The news always sound crazy. People fussing and fighting and pointing fingers at other people, and never even looking for no peace. People insane, say Shug. Crazy as betsy bugs. Nothing built this crazy can last.

The universe is mad, slightly mad.

my man world will blow up

Machine chaos on Earth, Too many bodies, mouths bleeding on every Continent

A missle lost Unprogrammed

Riot – A popular entertainment given to the military by innocent bystanders.

On the battlefield there are no rules.

Nothing is ever fixed. From the moment it is born, from the moment it is built, everything is always dying, decaying, drifting into chaos.

No matter how great and glorious the making, time will unmake it. No matter how strong the word, strong the thought, strong the law, all must return to chaos.

The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had stood for two hundred years fallen in ruin. Throvenland was torn apart like smoke on the wind. Nowhere would be safe, ever again.

But chaos is the natural state of things, for men pull always in their own directions. It is those who want the world to march all the same way that give themselves the challenge.

People love the idea of freedom but, in my experience, there is only so much they can be trusted with. You saw what Judge did with it. Take it far enough, freedom becomes chaos. The voice of the people… is just noise. It is the blather of the lunatics in the madhouse. It is the squeal of the pigs in the slaughterhouse. It is a choir of morons. Most of them don't even know what they want, let alone how to get it. They need someone to tell them what to do.

we must sometimes have a little chaos if a better order is to emerge. There can be no progress without pain, no creation without destruction.

He always told me that to change the world you must first burn it down.

A shifting sea of jabbing weapons, squealing shields, shining metal, bone shattered, blood splattered, furious, terrified faces washing all round him, squirming and wriggling, and he hacked and chopped and split them like a mad butcher going at a carcass.

No matter how great and glorious the making, time will unmake it. No matter how strong the word, strong the thought, strong the law, all must return to chaos.' Skifr jerked her head back and sent spit spinning high into the air, arcing neatly down and spattering on rusted metal. 'King Uthil says steel is the answer. I say his sight is short. Dust is the last answer to every question, now and always.

Government by committee! Everyone pulling their own way! You can only react, never prepare!