Quotes About Disarray

The center was not holding.

It's a bad day when my glasses are M.I.A.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre, The falcone cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...

Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

The door banged open, and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. 'It's not what you think,' she said. 'It was just—oh, okay, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now, what ?

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

Marion: What is all this? What's going on? Clint: The same thing that's always going on. The end of the world.

Any assemblage of frenetic images, bad music, and incoherent plot is called a major motion picture.

You really have to clean up your room sometime, all these yellowed pages and scraps of paper completely covered with dust, someday no one will be able to find his way around in them.

If at any point something goes askew, then disorder spreads, chaos opens beneath our feet.

The happy!! awesome!! rhetoric masks the fact that beneath the covers, there is chaos.

Virtually any practical task becomes chaos within seconds of me getting near it.

swinging in a big circle around him, knocking all sorts of people down as the one he had by the hair screamed

The mess in the drawers was in contrast to the neat desktop. Many people's lives were like that. The neat room and the messy closet. The well-ordered counters and the chaos in the cabinets.

The withdrawal in Afghanistan looked like a ferret fire drill!

Whenever Ter read a book, rarely—he would rip each page off and throw it away. I would come home, to where the windows were always open or broken and the whole room would be swirling with pages, like Safeway lot pigeons.

Everything had gone wrong, nothing made sense, why why why why?

What the mess

the world is a completely fucked-up place. You never know what's around the corner and it's often something unpleasant.

That really annoying moment when you can't find the long side of the blanket.

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.

Living in lawlessness gives you lawlessness.

The world has gone a bit mad.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!