Quotes About Disarray

Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to "'clean'" it, and suddenly you can't find anything?

When the world came to, it came, not to its senses, but to its madness.

While Argentina, Brazil, and Chile - what in textbooks used to be called the ABC countries - seem settled into democratic politics and free market economics, the Andean countries are in disarray.

Things fall apart the center cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

The place had the gritty untidiness of belonging to no one, a litter bin for wasted time.

The walls were dun and featureless, the furniture was arranged with all the homeyness of a second-hand sale-room and clothes were littered everywhere. It wasn't a room so much as a suitcase with doors.

confused and upset

She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!" Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.

History of Ireland--lawlessness and turbulency, robbery and oppression, hatred and revenge, blind selfishness everywhere--no principle, no heroism. What can be done with it?

History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

This man dresses like an unmade bed.

Life is a pigsty.

The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.

Solamente ya comprendo la verdad estalla en mis deseos y en mis desdichas en mis desencuentros en mis desequilibrios en mis delirios ya comprendo la verdad ahora a buscar la vida

Mi desorden es atroz.

In the blink of an eye everything was upside down: gentlemen, bakers, customers, bread loaves, counter, benches, bins, cupboards, sacks, threshers, wheat bran, flour, dough." "What about the musketeers?" "They were busy guarding the Commissioner's house. You can't both sing in the choir and carry the cross.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

I am really bad with cleaning my closet.

so that there resulted a chaos as disordered as the poets ever feigned

What's causin' all this?

Everyone's confusing. And everyone's confused

Ever come home and found your room messed up? Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to clean it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish?

Truth be told, these fuckers don't know their elbows from their assholes.

Everything was askew—this whole time on earth, his time for being alive, was aberrant. Three