Quotes About Chaos

She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life's little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.

I've always thought I could use my brain and my heart to jockey everyone around to the good. But life is not jockeyable. When you try, you make people infinitely crazier than they already were, including or especially yourself.

The world has an awful beauty. This is a chaotic place, humanity is a chaotic place, and I am a chaotic place.

Remember the scene in Cat Ballou where a very drunk Lee Marvin goes from unconscious to ranting to triumphant to roaring to weeping defeat, and then finally passes out? One of the men watching him says, with real awe, "I never seen a man get through a day so fast." Don't let this be you.

clutter and mess show us that life is being lived.

that getting all of one's addictions under control is a little like putting an octopus to bed.

Getting all your addictions under control is like trying to put an octopus to bed

While it is hard to fathom who we are and how we are to live when public chaos shatters our routine, the slow-motion pain of each private death and cataclysm we endure is harder. Each slams us off our feet, yet we have agreed to pretend to be fine again at some point, ideally as soon as possible, so as not to seem self-indulgent or embarrass anybody.

what we call a chaotic system—meaning that its adjacent solutions diverge exponentially in time.

Daniel had learned from his mother that when life is in chaos, there is a certain comfort in order. Things don't get lost, moved, or forgotten. One still needs to eat, to sleep, to have laundry done. The rhythm of housework, busy hands, can hold the world together when it seems to be falling apart.

So we reach into the raging chaos, and we cling to it, and we tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end.

So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end.

And this notion of the meaninglessness of our lives here began to enflame us. I took up the theme again that music and acting were good because they drove back chaos. Chaos was the meaninglessness of day-to-day life, and if we were to die now, our lives would have been nothing but meaninglessness.

Because if it's really true that there's no order, then anything can happen to us. Anything at all. There's no real natural law, no right and wrong that's immutable, and the world is suddenly a savage place where any number of things can go wrong.

El caos era el vacío sin sentido de la vida cotidiana

An accidental chaos blindly serving up the unaccountable beauty he now saw

All over the lawn, the immortals had begun to wither and decompose, creating little pockets of chaos among the guests.

The Empire was the world. All that lay beyond was chaos and misery and struggle and strife. I was a soldier. I could fight.

It was a drunken labyrinth of a garden gone wild under the naked night.

And why call all this Satanic?" I asked. "Why not call it chaos? That is all it would be." "Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.

Everything was harried and nightmarish and yet the same small practical things were going on at the same time.

Micah let a brief pause develop and then he asked what Deemolay had been up to---her most troubled, most disruptive student. Deemolay caused chaos the instant he entered the classroom, but he lived in a car with his grandmother and Micah knew Cass had a soft spot in her heart for him. Deemolay had poked a plastic ruler into Jennaya's back at lunchtime and told her it was a switchblade. That was an interesting topic.

He saw millions of houses, viewed from an airplane, and every couchc in every tiny house was occupied by someone from yet another house. Everyone was shuffled around helter-skelter-Ben Joe on Shelley's couch, Gary on Ben Joe's couch, and God knew who was on Gary's couch.

They broke things.