Quotes About Disarray

I'm covered in shit!

Richard's bookshelves weren't alphabetized. He never had time to alphabetize them. He was always too busy- looking for books he couldn't find.

The man was dressed only in his Burberry overcoat, his trousers, and an unlaced pair of canvas shoes. As he fell over, his Burberry, which had been simply thrown round his shoulders, slipped off, exposing his trunk.

I don't know what to do and my whole life seems to have gone to pieces.

The room had kept his secrets. It gave nothing away. Not in the disarray of rumpled sheets, nor the untidiness of a kicked off shoe, or a wet towel hung over the back of a chair. Or a half-read book. It was like a room in a hospital after the nurse had just been. The floor was clean, the walls white. The cupboard closed. Shoes arranged. The dustbin empty.

His mind was full of cupboards, cluttered with secret pleasures.

what he has found is a stubborn, overwhelming, and embarrassing degree of inconsistency in what we do.

Oooh, there's a Ziploc baggie with a broken barrette, four pencils that are missing erasers, and some decomposing Easter chocolate (do not under any circumstances eat the choc—oops, too late).

And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives.

the hell? I thought. My life is no more mixed

Now it feels like living with her is a series of small explosions, like he never knows what is coming next.

This city,' said George, 'is going to hell in a handcart.

Whatever the opposite of a plan is, that's what I've got.

Upped but mentally disjointed.

This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session as when the baby gets hold of a hammer.

My bag explodes with clothes all over my hotel room floor every day.

De modo que puede que haya perdido la cabeza.

At home I've got 1,500 cook books and the spines have all gone, the pages are all torn - it's chaos.

The whole worl's in a state o' chassis.

I do wish men, when they're taking their leave from a lady at dawn, wouldn't insist on adjusting their clothes to a nicety, or fussily tying their lacquered cap securely into place. After all, who would laugh at a man or criticize him if they happened to catch sight of him on his way home from an assignation in fearful disarray, with his cloak or hunting costume all awry?

Is this not a great muddle, Jeeves?" he asked. "It is, sir," Jeeves acknowledged. "Without speaking out of turn, sir, I believe I've not seen such a comprehensive muddle for some time. If you like, I will prepare a list of the ten greatest Korval muddles....

I could come up with no answer. He had kissed my hand. The forces of gravity came unraveled; there was no cohesion at the core of the world, no order in the universe. Clouds and trees and birds and suns spun around of their own volition, freed from their laws and routines. Bryan had kissed my hand. I could not be rational; and so nothing in the world would make sense again.

You just go through a certain kind of drudgery every time you have to look for something. I've got certain things grouped by now, but there's a drudgery in finding them. There's always stuff missing.

Time...a maniac scattering dust.