Quotes About Turmoil

Why was I feeling this way? Why was everything so bad in my life? I had no answers to these questions.

We have been through this is biennial convulsion four or five different times over the past 10 or 12 years, and now it appears that we are going through this quiet agony all over again.

I can be very self-destructive, but quietly.

A fever is an expression of inner rage.

England has gone off the rails.

My life was a sort of series of random disasters.

For long years I felt torn between the greatest grief and the greatest love. . . . Whenever I attempted to sing of love, it turned to pain. And again, when I tried to sing of pain, it turned to love. Thus were love and pain divided in me.

Qu'un type de trente-cinq ans soit chez lui un mercredi à quinze heures vingt est la preuve tangible qu'il est dans une merde de première qualité.

And indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul, I have been more a battlefield than a human being.

There is so much in man that is horrifying!.. The world has been a madhouse for too long!...

We must investigate without fear or favour the so-called 'accounting irregularities' that cause turmoil in the markets and wipe billions off the investments of ordinary South Africans.

A revolution is impossible without a revolutionary situation; furthermore, not every revolutionary situation leads to revolution.

Woe to the man who is always busy - hurried in a turmoil of engagements, from occupation to occupation, and with no seasons interposed of recollection, contemplation and repose! Such a man must inevitably be gross and vulgar, and hard and indelicate - the sort of man with whom no generous spirit would desire to hold intercourse.

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

Language cannot describe the scene that followed; the shouts, oaths, frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights; and therefore I shall not attempt it.

Catalina oía, desde su desvalimiento, las carreras y los gritos, el caracolear de los caballos, los cacareos agudos, los gañidos agónicos de los cerdos. Carcajadas brutales se mezclaban con los débiles estertores y el llanto de los niños seguía al estruendo de muebles derribados, de trastos rotos, de telas desgarradas.

dwellings are prostrate; walls are toppling; churches are falling; sacred things are perishing; laws are trodden underfoot; justice is abused; the unhappy people mourn and wail.

He couldn't fit the two things together. It gave him a jagged, unfinished feeling, like the first pinprick of heartbreak, a tiny pointed lance of light beaming on something you can't bear to see, can't bring yourself to look at, can't look away from.

Las lamentaciones y los gemidos, los suspiros y las lágrimas son apaciguadas entre tanto por esta horrible palpitación de mi corazón; ¡ah, esta horrible palpitación!

As happens so often in history at the dying of one age and the birth of another, an era of phenomenal ugliness, strife, and chaos was about to unfold.

For how could we do what justice requires if we are distracted by things that don't matter, if we are naive, gullible, inconstant? 11. It's the pursuit of these things, and your attempts to avoid them, that leave you in such turmoil. And yet they aren't seeking you out; you are the one seeking them. Suspend judgment about them. And at once they will lie still, and you will be freed from fleeing and pursuing.

But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled.

her heart swelled up with misery, until it felt too large for her bosom. It beat with odd little jerks; her hands were cold, and a feeling of disaster oppressed her. There were pain and bewilderment in her face, the bewilderment of a pampered chhild who has always had her own way for the asking and who now, for the first time, was in contact with the unplesantness of life.

If I were ever to go mad it would be on Thanksgiving Day, that day of guilt and grace when the family hangs upon you like an ax over a sacrificial victim, like the oven's heat on that poor bird.