Quotes About Turbulence

There were riots in just about every game we played with Syracuse.

Our age knows nothing but reaction, and leaps from one extreme to another.

Y cuando uno resulta ser el cliché del otro, el lugar común del otro, queridos lectores, está a punto de caer y seguir cayendo. Para usar otra idea manoseada hasta sacarle brillo: cuando alguien descubre que siempre prefiere pensar y llamar y oír a una misma persona, y que ha encontrado a alguien para desempolvar las historias que había dejado de contar y que su vida ha vuelto a ser un drama, está a punto de regresar a la zona de turbulencia

Fine! Whatever! Just be careful, my hands are still slippery with your blood.

The flailing storm of lead crumpled and threw Jake Holman like a giant hand wadding wastepaper.

the whole world felt like a loaded gun on a hair trigger.

Nine is the age of great turning. Maybe humanity was a nine-year-old, not yet grown up, not a little kid anymore. Seemingly in control, but always on the verge of rage.

I headed towards the mountain, which was an almost irresistible beacon to my storm self. It glowed with heat, pressure, and turbulence—everything a little dust devil like me could want.

But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.

He was agitated for some reason that he could not name. (page 35)

While she might not have opted for this illness, neither does she entirely regret it; she prefers, as she writes so movingly, a life ofpassionate turbulence to one of tedious calm.

A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.

There are no atheists on turbulent airplanes.

drunk right now, Amfortas suspected, or high on amphetamine,

Take but degree away, untune that string,And, hark! what discord follows; each thing meetsIn mere oppugnancy: the bounded watersShould lift their bosoms higher than the shores,And make a sop of all this solid globe.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean.

We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.

Okay, well I think the programme is like being screamed at for an hour by a drunk with a strobe-light, but like I said--

My dear young lady, when you are in love, and jealous, and have been flogged by the Inquisition, there's no knowing what you may do.

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

Do not expect me then to answer for A heart so little master of itself. He may, sir, in this frenzied turmoil wed The one he hates and spurn the one he loves.

That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones.

The whole dead weight of my growing fear fell upon me and shook me. Then I burst out laughing too. It was the only thing to do: and the sound of my laughter also made me understand his. The strain of physical pressure caused it-- this explosion of unnatural laughter in both of us; it was an effort of repressed forces to seek relief; it was a temporary safety-valve.

I scream at the top of my lungs for the longest time. And I know I should stop, but I can't. It just keeps coming out. But I don't cry. I won't let myself cry.