Quotes About Chaos

democracy is a see-saw between complete chaos and tolerable confusion

Consistency was never a part of my home during my growing years. Thus, as an adult, I have viewed consistency as boring, preferring to add unnecessary drama to my life. As I look back on this chaos, I realize that accountability and consistency are qualities that will add to my comfort and security.

JFK was an asylum, a processing plant, a study in chaos—snaking lines, recorded announcements, furious passengers with their taped-up baggage, clerks fielding complaints in the midst of the madness. For the better part of an hour

Artistic symbols and myths speak out of the primordial, preconscious realm of the mind which is powerful and chaotic. Both symbol and myth are ways of bringing order and form into this chaos.

Why do we mortals wonder if it is through 'human chaos' or through 'divine perfection' when the world guides us to some magical event? In either case, is not the result the same? Is the result not 'divine perfection?

The proposition was and is that people are better able to manage their lives than government can manage them. Under conditions of liberty, the result is prosperity and orderly civilization. Under government control, the result is relative poverty and unpredictable chaos. The proof is in the news every day.

Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.

The world is so dreadfully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.

The world is disgracefully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.

Status quo, you know, is Latin for 'the mess we're in'.

You knew you couldn't reason with him. Not in the state he'd created for himself.

Sometimes energy of this nature, chaos, ill luck, goes out in the world and begets and begets. Bad luck rarely stops with one occurrence. All Indians know that. To stop it quickly takes great effort

What we're living through is either unreal or too real.

The jittery focus, the devastated shelves, a couple of fights breaking out over paper towels, a swarm descending on an employee trying to restock toilet paper, madness in people's eyes—it was like the beginning of every show where the streets empty and some grotesque majestic entity emerges from mist or fire.

She had started to understand how a woman's attention could succeed in making sense of a man's blind chaos..

The forest is only waiting for their signal to start trembling, hissing, and roaring from its depths. An enormous, love-maddened, unlighted railway station, full to bursting. Whole trees bristling with living noise makers, mutilated erections, horror.

Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

Life in general was cruel and offered only different types of voids and chaos. The only way to tolerate it, to have any hope of escaping it, I reasoned, was to know my own strength, to defy life by surviving it.

Living in a country where I didn't speak the language suited me just fine. Everything was an adventure, including buying milk at the corner store. I developed the art of getting lost... It was a safe kind of chaos, and at some point that I was cultivating my 'aloneness' in this strange place as a method for putting off loneliness.

When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there.

Io son figlio del Caos; e non allegoricamente, ma in giusta realtà, perché son nato in una nostra campagna, che trovasi presso ad un intricato bosco denominato, in forma dialettale, Càvusu dagli abitanti di Girgenti, corruzione dialettale del genuino e antico vocabolo greco Kaos.

Let God leave us! Let us grow up. Let us walk forward on our own. Because we need the silence of the holy: we need the sacred and equally we need its maddening silence. And in the curious privacy and relief of that silence we can go out into the chaos and commit a thousand acts of minor and gleeful splendor all our own. If it's our tragedy to be left by God, then let it also be our luck.

You know, a survival home for chaos time? Ours is in Washington," said another yacht kid. He had a flouncy bandanna tied around his neck. A really bad idea. Fashion-wise, he seemed to be their equivalent of Low. "State, not district. Obviously," he added. "Ours is in Oregon," said James. "Huge solar array. Looks like fucking Ivanpah. Eleven backup generators.

Blood was now spurting in all directions, and the almighty purr was deafening.