Quotes About Turbulence

Death by plane crash scares me. I travel a lot, and when you hit turbulence, and post 9/11, that's in the back of my mind a bit.

It's a roller-coaster league, man.

I thought nothing. The surface of my mind was perfectly still. But under the surface there was a shifting and a stirring. I felt the great swell of the undercurrent. For years a wreck had sat in the depths, a rusting vessel with its cargo of bones. Now it shifted. I had disturbed it, and it created a turbulence that lifted clouds of sand from the seabed, motes of grit swirling wildly in the dark disturbed water.

And stories are all about conflict.

I'm screwed up, mixed up, messed around, dive-bombing, crashing and burning.

all these complex systems have somehow acquired the ability to bring order and chaos into a special kind of balance. This balance point—often called the edge of chaos—is were the components of a system never quite lock into place, and yet never quite dissolve into turbulence, either.

It was easy, in those moments, to forget that the war had not yet really begun.

In a time of turbulence and change, it is more true than ever that knowledge is power.

Life is an X-rated soap opera.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

When a system is in turbulence, the turbulence is not just out there in the environment, but is a part of the organization or organism that you are looking at.

Deep experience is never peaceful.

It seems to me some people just go around lookin' to get their faith unsettled. That has been the fashion for the last hundred years or so.

I really don't know if I should smile or frown? All I know is that right now I feel like I'm slowly breaking down.

Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.

Every time I start to ignore you and act as if I don't care, there you go again showing up and messing up my mind.

My body felt hollow in its relief, as if a storm had gone through.

In spite of the escalation, there was as yet no sense of an impending crisis.

Her memory was a burning pillow which she kept turning and turning.

There's a saying: "May you live in interesting times." To begin, it's a curse. "Interesting" in this case uniformly means "Oh god, death is raining down upon us and we shall all perish wailing and possibly on fire.

Well, aren't you a massive prick," I said, quietly, under the roar of the helicopter. "What?" Sanders asked. "I said, 'That's a nifty trick.

I felt vibration as my shield began to plow through Coral's upper atmosphere; Asshole rather unhelpfully chimed in that we had begun to experience turbulence.

Keep up with what's causing chaos in your own field.

Whenever there's chaos, there's ambiguity, and where there's ambiguity, there's fear. And fear gets manipulated.