Quotes About Disarray

The orchestra had ceased and were now climbing onto their chairs, with their instruments. The floral offerings flew; the coffin teetered. Catch it! a voice shouted. They sprang forward, but the coffin crashed heavily to the floor, coming open. The corpse tumbled slowly and sedately out and came to rest with its face in the center of a wreath. Play something! the proprietor bawled, waving his arms; play! Play!

His eyes look like pieces of a broken plate.

Heidi's room looked like the aftermath of a not-very-successful airplane bombing. Something that blew open every suitcase in the luggage compartment without bringing the plane down.

It was a very inexact apocalypse.

Billy felt like a lid unsecured and banging in the wind.

she supposed that once it had all made sense, when it was whole. It annoyed her, the way things got broken up so that they couldn't fit together properly any more.

I break into a sweat when I find a Sharpie cap, but not the pen.

If it's a man's world, as they say, then men: your world is a poorly run carnage fest.

It was as if the main screw in his head, which held his whole life together, had become stripped. The screw would not go in, would not come out, but turned in the same groove without catching hold, and it was impossible to stop turning it.

The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote

Everything within him and around him seemed confused, senseless, and loathsome. But in this very loathing for everything around him, Pierre took a sort of irritating pleasure.

Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house.

It was as if the working of his head had stripped the main screw that held his life together. The screw wouldn't go in or come out; it just turned without biting on anything, always in the same hole, and he couldn't stop it turning.

I don't know how to phrase this exactly but what the fuck?

Shit was getting geological, yo.

His room was a maelstrom of books and paper and laundry, as usual,

I am completely and utterly disorganised.

There's chaos out there, and chaos means opportunity.

Growth comes from chaos, not order.

Chaos in the midst of chaos isn't funny, but chaos in the midst of order is.

I like order. It allows me to have chaos in my head.

My filing system is messy but orderly.

I don't have a very logical and orderly mind.

I'm definitely a messy person... I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.