Quotes About Chaos

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

I felt as though the past and the future, cause and effect, patterns and connections, were a huge complicated artifice, and it was only by my efforts that they kept going. If I gave up it would all dissolve into the raw chaos of the senses. That's all we really have. The rest is romanticism and storytelling. But we need those stories. I guess I do.

Bridget saw chaos.

One time we couldn't even get out the front door, there was so much being thrown, so everybody retreated, including the person who was going to drive the van. I remember the driver crying; it had never happened to him before. The lady who was with him just kept saying, "Oh, this is normal, this is normal." And he kept saying, "These poor girls, these poor girls.

Stacey and I were looking in on a disaster area. A chair had been knocked over. A container of eye shadow was on the rug. The sleeping bags were rumpled, as if they'd been run over by galloping horses. And Kristy, Claudia, and Mary Anne were huddled on my bed.

Stoneybrook Middle School (SMS) can be a real zoo. Especially after a break. Today, it seemed as if there were twice the usual number of students in the hall, and they were all talking at the tops of their lungs. Maybe that's why I was so confused.

Darkness, only darkness. I seem to have drifted into a chaos that can never be clarified, or even justified.

If I could trace a single line below the surface of my assumptions, would there come a point when clarity supersedes the chaos of what has been? The tragic sense of destiny is inherent in every man; but I defy fate, I alone am responsible for every action, every scene; in my nothingness I will create the idea, I shall see what I have imagined, and from that alone will spring my entire actions.

Despite the beauty of our world and the scope of human accomplishment, it is hard not to worry that the forces of chaos will triumph—not merely in the end but in every moment.

And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.    While

The bitterness of living in a mess remains long after the sweetness of resting is forgotten.

That moment, the music screeched to a halt. There was an ungodly collision of brass, reed, and percussion—trombones and piccolos skidded into cacophony, a tuba farted, and the hollow clang of a cymbal wavered out of the big top, over our heads and into oblivion.

in a world of chaos and ticking clocks, live for the moments that keep you still

The foundations of my life are crumbling and I'm about to be buried under the wreckage.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

I just think that some things are meant to be broken, imperfect, chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, ya know? [...] If everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that. You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then, otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

Now, don't panic," he said, putting his hand on my arm. "Breathe. And just appreciate, for a minute, the freedom in this chaos.

Hearing this, I had that feeling again, like the conversation was a pack of wild horses pounding out ahead of me, leaving nothing but dust behind. Trifecta?

It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason, it's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason," she said. "It's just that . . . I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

no one bothered dressing up in priests' robes, for even in chaos hierarchy rules and their cloth wasn't rich enough.

New York makes one think of the collapse of civilization, about Sodom and Gomorrah, the end of the world. The end wouldn't come as a surprise here. Many people already bank on it.

There's nothing worse than being confused, too, in addition to being unlucky.