Quotes About Disarray

I remember as a kid not ever wanting to have friends around to my house because it was, for want of a better description, disheveled.

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

Making war or rebellion is messy, like eating soup off a knife.

All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant MRS HALE has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.)

Barry was gone in a flurry of papers blown off tabletops.

Well, you really made a mess of things,' he says. 'I'm not even done,' I tell him.

Things are not exactly going to plan.

What a mess you've made of the simplest of subjects, Della.

Había pocos muebles, bombillas de luz tenue, y desde una puerta medio abierta se entreveía la habitación con una cama aún sin hacer y un camisón arrugado encima de la almohada.

Into it all came Winnie, eyes wide, and very much amazed. It was a whole new idea to her that people could live in such disarray, but at the same time she was charmed. It was…comfortable. Climbing behind Mae up the stairs to see the loft, she thought to herself: "Maybe it's because they think they have forever to clean it up." And this was followed by

maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

Some people can mess up anything, and computational demonology adds a new and unwelcome meaning to terms like "memory leak" and "debugger.

In a sufficiently large crisis, sane and measured responses go out the window.

My head throbbed and my mouth tasted like incontinent parrots had roosted there overnight. I

rummaging furiously in a mind which appeared to have entirely lost its card index....

This world is rigged with ruin.

The little satellite settlement was in disarray, with no discipline, no rule other than every man for himself. West himself, the putative leader of the settlement, was gone, searching for gold. The situation was so bad that Smith was unable to smooth relations between the colonists and the Indians,

The deck appeared to be nothing more than a jumble of ropes and lines. The vessel was filled with objects that seemed to have no discernible purpose. Even the sailors appeared like aliens. They dressed their scarred, often disfigured bodies in strange clothing, ran around the deck barefoot, or scampered aloft like monkeys as they mouthed words that might as well have been Greek:

This human experience has gone awry.

My mental flowchart was a mess.

Even though you were running around and shooting guns, your hair absolutely could not be in disarray. One had to look all neat and tidy while involved in the aerobic activity of saving the galaxy.

One of the great things about anarchy is that it's hard to get it organized.

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.