Quotes About Turbulence

There's something very wrong with this world, and it isn't just the wars going on in Asia or the Middle East.

somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.

I have so little mastered the art of tranquil living that wherever I go I trail storm clouds of drama around me.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

This was a new skill she'd acquired, the ability to look, to the outside world, utterly serene and even cheerful, while, in her skull, all was chaos.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

We gravitate toward comfort, Josie thought, but it must be rationed. Give us one-third comfort and two-thirds chaos—that is balance.

face as the old man tensed again while the plane bumped along. "George, it's all right. Just a little turbulence." He took a deep breath and finally eyed her squarely. "I'm on a couple of boards of companies headquartered in New York. Have to go up twice a year." Sidney glanced back at her documents, suddenly remembering something. She frowned. There was a mistake on the fourth page. That would need to be corrected when she got into

soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

The order I found was the order of disorder

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

Caesar. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night.      Thrice

Madness is however an affliction which in war carries with it the advantage of SURPRISE.

Our minds are full of things our hearts do not understand and that my love, is why the world is filled with so much chaos.

Ok. You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship.

and there I was, caught in the crossfire, aware of how loud a house could be in the absence of sound.

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.

Chaos is a vortex that spins faster with each thing it swallows.

The multitude," Cavendish says, "is always desirous of a change. They never see a great man set up but they must pull him down--for the novelty of the thing.

The multitude," Cavendish says, "is always desirous of a change. They never see a great man set up but they must pull him down—for the novelty of the thing.

He no longer had a sense of up or down. One was always suspended, fighting against the current or giving in to it.