Quotes About Disarray

Stupid cheap bracket. Nothing was going right today. Or the day before. Jake had been so preoccupied earlier he'd forgotten to shut off the electric and had gotten zapped good. Then when he'd shut off the electric, he'd whacked his head on the corner of the fuse box door. All

your brain resembles the bottom of your purse: lost

The whole fucking world is upside down. Buildings are missing. You get strip-searched everytime you go to someone's office. Everybody sounds stoned, because they're emailing people the whole time they're talking to you. Tom and Nicole are with different people...and now my rock-and-roll sister and her husband are hanging around with Republicans. What the fuck!

I'm a mess," she said. "By every sense of the word.

I've worked in the Inuit hamlets of the west coast of Hudson Bay since 1994. Over that time I've been very moved by both the pace of social change there - the loss of traditional ways of seeing the world, the affinity for and comfort with the land - and by the social disarray that change of this pace produces.

The world is pretty messed up.

What the hell am I doing here? I have walked right into the middle of a category-five shitstorm.

He was in that familiar state - not that the occasion mattered to seriously to him -- of incoherent ideas spreading outward without a center, so characteristic of the present, and whose strange arithmetic adds up to a random proliferation of numbers without forming a unit.

The worst possible manager for a manse, said Miss Cornelia bitterly. Mr. Meredith won't get any other housekeeper because he says it would hurt Aunt Martha's feelings. Anne dearie, believe me, the state of that manse is something terrible. Everything is thick with dust and nothing is ever in its place. And we had painted and papered it all so nice before they came. There

My purse, like all purses, seems to have a traveling black hole in it.

Weddings, I began to understand, were vile, filthy things when they ran amuck.

There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

The episode of Sita's clothes being in disarray and the conversation between Ram and Lakshman comes from the Marathi Ramayana written by Eknath called Bhavarth Ramayana, or the emotional Ramayana.

There's a time when things go out of tune. It's not all the time. It's not even a lot of the time. But it is some of the time. And then you have to deal with it all. Everything comes out wrong. You dream about goats and monkeys. People start to look at things wrong. Maybe you think the world looks squashed and flat. Maybe you get stones in the bulgar and you burn the smoked wheat.

One of the floral arrangements swayed like a drunken sailor, then toppled, clattering to the floor.

Countless houses were reduced to big piles of bricks and wood, which is sort of what houses are, anyway, but in a different order.

My life has been a series of emergencies.

Stupid entropy ruins everything.

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

I always thought a shipwreck was a well-organized affair, but I've learned the devil a lot in the last five minutes.

Messier service, messier life.

An aftertaste in my mouth, disheveled hair, sticky eyes and other morning inconveniences strongly affect my perceptive faculties.

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