Quotes About Order

The life of the spirit, by integrating us in the real order established by God, puts us in the fullest possible contact with reality--not as we imagine it, but as it really is.

the Communist universe: it gravitates towards stability and harmony and peace and order on the poles of an opportunism that is completely irresponsible and erratic. Its only law is, it will do whatever seems to be profitable to itself at the moment.

Theism pushes the quest for intelligibility outside the world. If God exists, he is not part of the natural order but a free agent not governed by natural laws. He may act partly by creating a natural order, but whatever he does directly cannot be part of that order.

Dealing with the Hippie is generally straightforward. His childlike nature will usually respond positively to drugs, sex, and/or rock and roll, although in which order these are to be deployed must depend on conditions specific to the moment.

Events seem to be ordered into an ominous logic.

All in his life, of what has looked free or random, is discovered to have been under some control. All the time- the same as a fixed roulette wheel.

She would give them order, she would create constellations

We should not be surprised to find the left concentrated in institutions where ideas do not have to work in order to survive.

The time is long overdue to count the costs of runaway rhetoric and heedless accusations - especially since most of the costs, including the high social cost of a breakdown of law and order, are paid by vulnerable people for whose benefit such rhetoric and such accusations are ostensibly being made.

There cannot be a law-abiding society if no one knows in advance what law they are to abide by, but must wait for judges to create ex post facto legal rulings based on "evolving standards" rather than known rules.

All that is necessary is for the conqueror to establish a degree of law and order under which others can feel secure.

THE WORLD IS made of patterns. The rings of a tree. The raindrops on the dusty ground. The path the sun follows from morning to dusk.

Civilization is a fragile veneer. Beneath is chaos.

You go first," Joe told Tory. "Wait in the parking lot for the rest of us." Tory and Sweatshirt set off, threading their way around the tables and the silent customers. Davy grinned at her when she got to the door. She went out into the parking lot, and as the other customers filed out—there were perhaps thirty of them—they formed an orderly double line in front of her. She felt a little like the last baritone in a church choir.

I was vaguely attracted to both library science and accounting, for the way that these disciplines impose order on chaos.

Monastic people have long known--and I've experienced it in a small way myself--that the communal reciting, chanting, and singing of the psalms brings a unique sense of wholeness and order to their day, and even establishes the rhythm of their lives.

Angela had been the first of us. She'd been found on a park bench by some dawn jogger or dog walker, her throat slit, her sandals lined up next to her bare feet. And did you ever notice how these are the people who are always discovering the bodies, these people whose lives are so orderly that they can rise early enough to find a whole other human being dumped on the ground?

These people whose lives are so orderly that they can rise early enough to find a whole other human body just dumped on the ground...

K: Food really is your weakness. A: Sorry. I haven't had a decent mean since I left the Order! Ty: If you'd asked the Earl, he would've taken you to a three-star restaurant! A: Th-Three stars?! Is th-that how you guys always eat?! J: Allen… K: Bean sprout, you're drooling.

Abandon the Order, Allen Walker. If you do…I'll stop this tragic slaughter.

Bean sprout…" "The name's Allen." "Fine. What in the hell…is chasing you, Allen? That thing acted like it wanted you. And Tim seemed to recognize it. Is it the real reason you fled the Order and want to avoid us?

I might be confused sometimes in my head but it is not something you need to talk about. Before you can talk you have to line it all up in order and I had rather just let it swirl around until I am too tired to think. You just let the motion in your head wear you out. Never think about it. You just make a bigger mess that way.

Who is this ghost ordered into music?

Grief is dishonest and irrational. It makes us believe we would do anything to restore the natural order as we perceive it, even though it is the very same order that extinguishes the ones we love. And should our wish be fulfilled and the dead return, we'd be left to answer