Quotes About Chaos

Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.

The thing about democracy, beloveds, is that it is not neat, orderly, or quiet. It requires a certain relish for confusion.

Chaos is inherent in all compounded things. Strive on with diligence.

Why does anything ever happen? Some things happen and some don't.

New York was breaking my concentration and disintegrating my thoughts.

Catalina oía, desde su desvalimiento, las carreras y los gritos, el caracolear de los caballos, los cacareos agudos, los gañidos agónicos de los cerdos. Carcajadas brutales se mezclaban con los débiles estertores y el llanto de los niños seguía al estruendo de muebles derribados, de trastos rotos, de telas desgarradas.

I was not supposed to end up freezing my ass off in a remake of Harry Potter meets The Italian Job by way of Fargo.

I act irrationally, I defy the odds, I engage when others would run. I look for trouble, I seek chaos, it is a burden.

The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.

So every creative act strives to attain an absolute status it longs to create a world of beauty to triumph over chaos and convert it to order.

It all went wrong when some deluded optimist wrote the words, 'All men are created equal'. This is clearly not the case; some people are losers. He never even lived to see the can of worms he released once he wrote that with his feather. He just signed his autograph and let the chaos begin. (I'm going to name names. It was Thomas Jefferson – another American.) The

Orderliness by itself is not sufficient to account for the nature of organized systems in general or for those created by man in particular. Mere orderliness leads to increasing impoverishment and finally to the lowest possible level of structure, no longer clearly distinguishable from chaos, which is the absence of order. A counterprinciple is needed, to which orderliness is secondary. It must supply what is to be ordered.

The earthquakes in people's heads, half the city's population was cracked, a rabble of doom-merchants, psychos, ghouls. They could smell a funeral a mile off, and out they crawled, out of the woodwork. A funeral lit them up, it was like fuel, it kept them burning for days.

New York is the only city in the world where you can get deliberately run down on the sidewalk by a pedestrian.

It's a dirty self-cleaning universe.

The world is overwhelmed by evil people, evil forces, and evil things.

I feel like I am always the one tearing everything up and forever sewing it back together.

Without stupid, there is no plot.

El infierno está vacío y todos los demonios están aquí. William Shakespeare, La tempestad

See how soon everything is forgotten, and look at the chaos of infinite time on each side of [the present], and the emptiness of applause, and the changeableness and want of judgment in those who pretend to give praise, and the narrowness of the space within which it is circumscribed [and be quiet at last]. For the whole earth is a point, and how small

B.C.)—Stoicism stressed the search for inner peace and ethical certainty despite the apparent chaos of the external world by emulating in one's personal conduct the underlying orderliness and lawfulness of nature.

Even chance is not divorced from nature, from the inweaving and and enfolding of things governed by Providence.

The closer the collapse of the Empire, the crazier its laws are.

at last you, will say (maybe without speaking) (there are mountains inside your skull garden and chaos, ocean and hurricane; certain corners of rooms, portraits of great-grandmothers, curtains of a particular shade; your deserts; your private dinosaurs; the first woman) all i need to know: tell me everything just as it was from the beginning.