Quotes About Turmoil

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

I sense a deep despair inside this boy that must be hard to live with.

You're afraid of feelings the way you're afraid of food: you're afraid that once you start, you may never stop. But the truth is, feelings are only out of control when they're not handed over for divine resolution. Given to Divine Mind, they're lifted to divine right order—where they will be appropriately felt and then appropriately dissolved. So too shall it be with food appetites, for they are mere reflections of your turmoil or peace.

What manner of men are we then, if we do not have our reason," he said. "We are all no better than beasts in a jungle if that were the case. But we have reason, we can reason with each other and we can reason with ourselves. To what purpose would I start all these troubles again, the violence and the turmoil?

What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.

All worthwhile tales possess some element of violence.

I'd actually questioned my sanity, wondered if this was it: the substandard past few years had finally led to a mental break with reality, and now, floodgates open, there'd be no limit to the fiends I'd encounter. They'd simply crawl out of my head, down into the world.

What in the hell was happening to me? How flimsy sanity was.

was what accidental deaths did to people, made everybody's sea floor irregular and uneven, causing tidal currents to collide, surge upwards, thereby resulting in small yet volatile eddies churning at everybody's surface. (In the more dangerous

but the rank and file had sized up the coming fight inside the Citadel as the shit storm to end all shit storms.

the rank and file had sized up the coming fight inside the Citadel as the shit storm to end all shit storms.

All these things were shaken about within Peter Lake like pots and pans banging against the side of a peddler's swaybacked horse. It was hard to bear the weight of partial revelations which refused to venture past the tip of his tongue.

All Barchester was in a tumult. Dr. Grantly could hardly get himself out of the cathedral porch before he exploded in his wrath.

I've always been drawn to tormented people full of contradictions.

most unhappiness springs from conflict or grief

Had she not earned freedom from turmoil? From fear and pain?

The most wonderful people in the world are nothing but raging animals when trapped in the throes of jealousy.

First she laughed, then she bawled me out and started crying. This was followed by an attack of hysteria with all the trimmings. What a conflict.

I wasn't just seasick; I was undone in sorrow.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

Of all the crap, crap, crappy nights I've ever had in the whole of my crap life. On a scale of one to 10, we're talking...a minus 6. And it's not like I even have very high standards.

You keep saying 'I'm fine' to people when you're not fine. You think you should be fine. You keep saying to yourself: 'Why aren't I fine?

You keep saying "I'm fine" to people when you're not fine. You think you should be fine. You keep saying to yourself: "Why aren't I fine?

My mind is helter-skeltering.