Quotes About Disarray

The Cracked Eggs, he says, have broken up.

Folding chairs were flying through the air as if propelled by dozens of invisible Bobby Knights.

The floor was littered with paper cups and candy wrappers and cigarette butts and other teenager droppings. I saw a used condom under my shoe.

Feeling like your life's been ripped apart and put together again, only put together wrong.

Word For The Day KERFUFFLE (kuhr FUF uhl) n. Disorder; uproar; confusion

Here you are again. All messed up and no place to go.

Your balance is imbalance.

The Orlando Magic didn't know their assholes from a hole in the wall.

Our backyard looked like a marketplace. Valuable objects, precious rugs, silver candlesticks, Bibles and other ritual objects were strewn over the dusty grounds- pitiful relics that seemed never to have had a home. All this under a magnificent blue sky.

There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it. I believe this.

it's anywhere in the broken clock

She was nothing but a million shattered pieces.

Crazy. I went crazy.

With 'Divergent' and 'Insurgent,' there isn't great emphasis on uniformity; it's a vigilante military, the state is in disarray, and there is no reference point for authenticity, so it's just weapons work and circumstantial fighting.

Culturally, politically, everywhere you look... Read the newspaper. Go online. Our world has gone to hell.

I got my ass kicked by some third-rate spooks and now my nice kitchen looks like a drunk brontosaurus tried to fuck the dishwasher.

The future is a mess, the past is a wreck, and I'm center stage at the shit storm of the century.

You're waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn't make sense.

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something -- like, say, organization ...

mike. "There's something crazy going on up here. There's

We came here for a small, informal meeting. We find you've turned it into a circus. Well, if you're going to have a circus, you've got to have elephants.

Time and space, he thought. What a hodgepodge.

spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning.

It was the 1990s, and the world was a mess.