Quotes About Turmoil

Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace.

Si lance was not quiet and calm, and it was not peace.

A thirteen year olds heart shouldn't feel like this.

He was in a terrible state - that of consciousness.

The world is boiling. You hardly dare open a paper these days: the news is all of cataclysm and collapse. Tempers are threadbare; the yobs are winning; everybody accepts the fact that they've got to get nastier in order to survive. The world is going bad on us. I'm having nothing to do with it.

There is the convenient temptation to attribute the current turmoil and bitterness throughout the world to the presence of a Communist conspiracy to undermine Europe and America, but the potential explosiveness of our world situation is much more attributable to disillusionment with the promises of Christianity and technology.

Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity? How could she have felt like that without love? Was love essential? Did it even exist - the love she had dreamed of her life? If it did, it was too late now for her to find it. Must she make do with this instead, then? Only this? Pleasure without love?

I don't know what to do and my whole life seems to have gone to pieces.

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

I reflected as I walked that I had come to Berkshire to find peace, and so far, it had eluded me. But perhaps peace was not in a place but within one's self. In that case, I might never find it. There was little at peace inside Gabriel Lacey.

But somewhere along the way things started to go wrong.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

They had contracted a kind of autoimmune disorder, deploying against themselves the very furies they so feared.

Never had he sounded so much like one of his characters, brought down by his passion, unable to escape his own private abyss, heartrendingly separated from his own self-image

No se si alguna vez has sentido algo así. Que querrías dormir durante mil años. O simplemente no existir. O no ser consciente de que existes. O algo parecido. Creo que querer eso es muy morboso pero yo lo deseo cuando me pongo así. Por eso estoy intentando no pensar. Solo quiero que todo deje de dar vueltas. Si esto empeora, tendría que volver al medico. Las cosas se están poniendo feas otra vez. Con mucho cariño. Charlie

Reading the book isn't helping either. I don't know. I'm just thinking too fast. Much too fast.

And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives.

It's getting that bad again.

skirmishers who were running hither and thither

It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

But grownups were always in a turmoil, every possible action muddied over by thoughts of the consequences, by self-doubt, by selfimage, by feelings of love and responsibility. Every possible choice seemed to have drawbacks, and sometimes he didn't understand why the drawbacks were drawbacks. It was very hard.

For a moment the dark and fearsomely sad thoughts which inhabit her mind grow even sadder and darker; Lisey thinks they will either kill her or drive her insane.

The world is insane. You only have to watch the news to know it.