Quotes About Chaos

Vivimos rompiendo nuestro mundo a cada rato, si es válido decirlo.

I was chaos on the first day, waiting for the Word.

Fluzzy, you're driving me crazy!

It seems undeniable that once it beings, violence leads us into some sort of madness, some terrifying maze inside the mind in which we become lost, and we don't know what's happening or what we ourselves are doing.

Order is indeed the dream of man, but chaos, which is only another word for dumb, blind, witless chance, is still the law of nature.

What the disorderly crave above everything is order, what the dislocated aspire to is location.

Chaos is the law of nature; order is the dream of man.

A. A violent order is disorder; andB. A great disorder is an order. TheseTwo things are one.

A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.

The law of chaos is the law of ideas, Of improvisations and seasons of belief. Ideas are men. The mass of meaning and The mass of men are one. Chaos is not The mass of meaning. It is three or four Ideas, or, say, five men or, possibly, six. In the end, these philosophic assassins pull Revolvers and shoot each other. One remains. The mass of meaning becomes composed again.

We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide water, inescapable.

We live in an old chaos of the sun.

With two books open on my lap, one in my hand, two on the floor, I'm surrounded by imperfect translations: a gathering chaos; something mysteriously formed; without beginning, without end; formless and perfect.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

the threat of life, so palpable among us, is a threat that can and will be countered by the Creator who continues the work of governance, order, and sustenance. Creation faith is the summons and invitation to trust the Subject of these verbs, even in the face of day-to-day, palpable incursions of chaos. The testimony of Israel pushes toward a verdict that the One embedded in these doxological statements can be trusted in the midst of any chaos, even that of exile and finally that of death.

I have suggested creation is a work guaranteed by the king. The king is the one charged to order and preserve creation, and thus the return to chaos implicitly announces the failure of kingship and its end.

Where does the shaped charge go when it has done its task? It flies apart, needles of steel each pursuing its own end. Scrap, seeking oblivion.

Aber dein Gehirn ist ein Dschungel wie jedes andere Gehirn auch. Ein wilder, gefährlicher, gnaden- und gesetzloser Urwald voller unberechenbarer Kreaturen. Pferkte Ordnung und totales Chaos, Diktatur und Anarchie, freier Wille und irrer Zwang, Fressen und Gefressenwerden - all das existiert darin. [...] jedes Gehirn ist anders verrückt. Aber auf keinen Fall ist es nur - auch nicht deins.

I'm just a survivor from the train wreck of the modern world.

The French had shown themselves the ablest architects of ruin that had hitherto existed in the world. In that very short space of time they had completely pulled down to the ground their monarchy, their church, their nobility, their law, their revenue, their army, their navy, their commerce, their arts, and their manufactures. Burke, speech in the House of Commons (1790)

Art becomes so specialized as to be comprehensible only to artists, and they complain bitterly of public indifference to their work. Competition arises. The wild battle for success becomes more and more material. Small groups who have fought their way to the top of the chaotic world of art and picture-making entrench themselves in the territory they have won. The public, left far behind, looks on bewildered, loses interest and turns away.

It's the World's Gone Crazy Cotillion

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold The Second Coming

If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, then I was well on my way.