Quotes About Order

Maybe what I liked most about dancing is the rules. In a world where anything goes, here are solid arbitrary rules.

Las mismas leyes que nos mantienen a salvo nos condenan al aburrimiento. Sin acceso al caos verdadero, nunca lograremos la paz verdadera.

heads together. I tell the waiter, give us clean food, please. Please, don't be doing any trash to the stuff we order. In that case, sir

The Empire is a thug, a bully. It's no better than Surat Nuat, or Black Sun, or the syndicate of Hutts. The Empire pretends it's about law and order, but at the end of the day, it's about dressing up oppression in the costume of justice.

The Empire pretends it's about law and order, but at the end of the day, it's about dressing up oppression in the costume of justice.

The Empire pretends it's about law and order, but at the end of the day, it's about dressing up oppression in the costume of justice. The

Los jedi de antaño eran tramposos y mentirosos. Maniacos hambrientos de poder que operaban bajo el disfraz de orden monástico santo. Defensores de la moral, cuya diplomacia era el uso del sable de luz.

Prayer ushers in order out of chaos, pulls peace out of confusion and destruction, and brings joy in the midst of sorrow. It takes what Satan meant for evil and brings us good. Prayer—

All these massive executive-power-consolidating, pound-you-up-the-fanny-whenever-the-urge-so-takes-me directives could simply be ordered not to exist anymore by me, as your next president, with the simple stroke of my pen. So

Alors il peut sans doute recommencer à y croire, à les aligner, les ordonner élégamment les uns après les autres, insignifiants, sonores et creux, dans d'élégantes phrases insignifiantes, sonores, bienséantes et infiniment rassurantes, aussi lisses, aussi polies, aussi glacées et aussi peu solides que la surface miroitante de l'eau recouvrant, cachant pudiquement…

I want to be remembered as an imaginer, someone who used his imagination as a way to journey beyond the limits of self, beyond the limits of flesh and blood, beyond the limits of even perhaps life itself, in order to discover some sense of order in what appears to be a disordered universe. I'm using my imagination to find meaning, both for myself and, I hope, for my readers.-Clive Barker

The Monastery of the Cenobitical Order was a large-walled compound built seven hundred thousand years ago on a damned-made hill of stone and cement.

It was what his mother would have done in the circumstances. Boiled some fresh water, warmed the pot and counted out the spoonfuls of tea. Setting domestic order against the chaos, in the hope of winning some temporary reprieve from the vale of tears.

if I lost faith in the order of things, if I were convinced that everything is a disorderly, damnable, devil-ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man's disillusion—still I should want to live.

There was an order of misery, misery tucked inside miseries, and you were meant to keep track.

If you believed in the holy circulation of envelopes, everything that went down happened because a man took an envelope and didn't do his job. An envelope is an envelope. Disrespect the order and the whole system breaks down.

There was an order of misery, misery tucked inside miseries, and you were meant to keep track. The

Know your value and you know your place in the order. To escape the boundary of the plantation was to escape the fundamental principles of your existence: impossible.

Know your value and you know your place in the order.

Stay on the path and you'll be safe, eat in peace, sleep in peace, breathe in peace; stray and beware. Work together and we can subvert their evil order. It was a map of the black nation inside the white world, part of the bigger thing but its own self, independent, with its own constitution. If we didn't help one another we'd be lost out there.

The future we face at the dawn of the twenty-first century is, like all futures left to themselves, "emergent, complex messiness." Its "messiness" lies not in disorder, but in an order that is unpredictable, spontaneous, and ever shifting, a pattern created by millions of uncoordinated, independent decisions.

Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order

For nothing matters except life; and, of course, order.