Quotes About Disarray

Hietanen ärtyi myöskin: – Ei jumalaut! Mää en millään lakkaa ihmettelemäst millai mies pitä kaiken romun takanans. Kuin helvetin taval sitä voi oikein rakasta rätejä ja lumpui. Jokku rakastava nätei flikoi, ja sen mää kyl ymmärrän, mut kuin helvetin taval? Ei, mää olen mahdottoman hämmästynyt. Mää ihmettelen oikein kauhiast tämmöst ja olen niinkun klavul päähä lyöty.

That was the trouble with moving houses; no matter how carefully you packed the books, they never ended up on the new shelves in quite the right place.

We call interconnected order beautiful. When interrupted, we call it chaos.

It was a costume fit for an age which had begun by proudly proclaiming its lack of regimentation and ended railing at its own disarray.

The basic thing is, how frightened are you of chaos? And how happy are you with order?

It's when you walk around the apartment in my boxers when you don't know I'm awake. And then that grin, when you do know I'm awake. You spend so much time in the morning making sure every hair is in place. But I have to tell you: I like it most like this, haphazard, sleep-strewn, disarrayed.

The house is a place where things can go wrong.

I have $211 and it doesn't make any sense.

The mental pane of glass shattered.

The Internet is an actual dumpster fire.

Two hours later you might take the room for a battlefield after the fight. Broken glasses, serviettes crumpled and torn to rags lie strewn about among the nauseous-looking remnants of food on the dishes. There is an uproar that stuns you, jesting toasts, a fire of witticisms and bad jokes; faces are empurpled, eyes inflamed and expressionless, unintentional confidences tell you the whole truth.

Chier, parce que tout partait de travers. L'éclairage, la bande-son, l'action.

He couldn't organize a fuck in a barrel full of whores.

The head spins in theoretical disarray; no explanatory model suggests itself; bizarre ontologies loom. There is a feeling of intense confusion, but no clear idea about where the confusion lies.

snowdrifts, that is. Inside the church, chaos

Chaos is my speciality.

disarray, but nothing like the ones downstairs.

And slowly the snow began to melt. First, doing a number on children's constructions; Then retreating to the foundations of barns and other buildings. Mangy grass poked through the receding snow. Patches of white were swallowed up in the till of the fields. New shapes emerged. Areas of the forest became INACCESSIBLE now that the snow no longer weighed down the weeds and brier. ...Nothing fits together anymore.

Sin pies ni cabeza.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.

This whole force is utterly demoralized by victory. There seems to be neither head nor tail.

It didn't smell so great, and pizza boxes and empty Coke cans had overflowed the trash can and spilled over a significant portion of the kitchen floor. You could barely walk without stepping on clothing that needed to be washed. My furniture was covered with scribbled-on papers and discarded pens and pencils.

I felt like a collection of complaints and malfunctions

Disorder was its own point.