Quotes About Turmoil

The circumstances of my life are paralyzing.

I've learned that one thing about my life that is certain is trouble.

Meditation helped me to access the same thing my writing did: my intelligence and my instincts beyond the turmoil that inhabited the forefront of my mind.

Bonfire of the crazies.

W)here there's drama, there's crap.

I'd fallen in love with Melanie Tucker. Not some little-boy, bullshit needy "love"… This was deep, almost painful in its unholy intensity. It was like she'd sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I'd die if I ever tried to pull them out. I was truly, deeply, and utterly fucked, because I fucking loved this girl…and she wasn't for me.

Giles kissed her again, hard and furious. As if he hated her. He'd been in love for years, yet he'd never realized love could be like this. Like someone struck him with a club over and over again. Like fire devouring him. Sweet and terrible. Painful and fierce.

She swallowed, sent him a wild look, and rushed out. The slam of the door echoed through the empty corridor as she collapsed breathless against the wall outside his room. In a futile attempt to quiet her galloping heart, she pressed one trembling hand to her heaving chest. What in Hades must Lyle make of her bizarre behavior? He must think her raving mad. Right now, she was inclined to agree. Charlotte

Humans were no end of trouble even before they did anything.

Agaue was foaming at the mouth; her rolling eyes Were wild; she was not in her right mind, but possessed

Such things accursed war brings in its train

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

Life was a damned muddle . . . a football game with every one off-side and the referee gotten rid of—every one claiming the referee would have been on his side. . .

Life was a damned muddle . . . a football game with every one off-side and the referee gotten rid of—every one claiming the referee would have been on his side. . . .

What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?

Yes, everything's just fine. It's all perfectly fine. Except for one thing: it's all screwed up.

Quem tem alma não tem calma

Mrs. Turpin felt entirely hollow except for her heart which swung from side to side as if it were agitated in a great empty drum of flesh

No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.

People fight, they get angry, they do drugs, and they do crazy things.

Who wants to live a life full of fights, blackmails and accusations?

In 'Radio,' I play Vimesh, a 34-year-old guy who solves others' problems on the radio, while he himself undergoes turmoil in his life with his wife deciding to divorce him. I think the audience will relate to the character.

Soaring prices for crude oil, falling production surpluses, wild speculation in commodities, a rush into the precious metals, turmoil in the Middle East, assertive oil producers: it is 1973-74 all over again, and at dictation speed.