Quotes About Turmoil

This is such a cynical world. The way the world is, there's so much going on and so much stress in the world and so much darkness and craziness and imbalance.

In excessive griefs, as in great tempests, the abyss is found between the tops of the loftiest waves

the cries had ceased, and the tempest continued to rage.

How had love come to this? This twisted dark place. The phone calls, the fear, the look on his face when he drove by the house.

Her brain was a storm, her usual insight gone.

I feel like I'm standing in the wake of a volcano erruption.

There is for human beings no greater hell to fear than the one on earth.

Wherever there's a man, there's trouble.

Smoking is an outward signal of inner turmoil or conflict and most smoking has less to do with nicotine addiction and more to do with the need for reassurance.

my man world will blow up

Zach," I said as I lay there "Where did you go? When you were looking for me?" I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. "Crazy." His voice was a whisper against my skin. "I went crazy.

I'm seein' the syphilitic afterbirth of a Mongolian clusterfuck, is what I see there.

His soul was a steeple in which all the bells had begun to clash at once.

Probably fire and pestilence to follow, could be a plague of boils and locusts, maybe an egg and bacon shortage to top things off.

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

Two souls alas! dwell in my breast.

My peace is gone,My heart is heavy.

Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast, And each will wrestle for the mastery there.

Hell is life drying up.

I really don't know what to do when my life is not chaotic.

What is life? A gulf of troubled waters, where the soul, like a vexed bark, is tossed upon the waves of pain and pleasure by the wavering breath of passions.

Things are messed up in the world, that's all.

I sound like an idiot. But what else am I supposed to say? My parents are getting a divorce? I'm practically flunking drawing and literature? My best friend's barely speaking to me and changes the subject when I ask where she was on Saturday night? I think about you all the time and I want your body?