Quotes About Turmoil

Since Shelly Knotek came into his life, Ron's world was now a black hole of money trouble, legal trouble, and family trouble. And Shelly was right there, stirring the pot, making things worse and worse.

There is no man, and no place, without war.

Our generation was born during the turmoil following the First World War. That war marked the dividing line - at least for the Western World - between the comfortable security of the 19th century and the instability and flux of our own time.

If there is anything worse than international warfare, is civil warfare, and the United States was destined to experience it in the extreme of bitterness.

I felt like things could never get any worse.

The best thinking has been done in solitude. The worst has been done in turmoil.

I want to cause havoc. I want to cause mayhem - and I mean the worst mayhem you can see.

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

I tend to play 'tortured' a lot, whether it's physically or emotionally.

there's gonna be a riot before this thing is over. A riot, or worse. Folks don't realize how fragile the social order is, I'm telling you.

The whole worl's in a state o' chassis.

The hardest thing of all is when pain is hidden behind a mask of calm.

Is this not a great muddle, Jeeves?" he asked. "It is, sir," Jeeves acknowledged. "Without speaking out of turn, sir, I believe I've not seen such a comprehensive muddle for some time. If you like, I will prepare a list of the ten greatest Korval muddles....

You need to accept the fact that Theo's natural state is 'in trouble

Earthquake report: Walls are tumbling everywhere!

My mind is cloudy. My heart is bloody, and my soul is on ice.

A lot of people didn't realize that with the carpet being pulled out from under me in such a short time frame I got to such a bad place.

Humanity has been passing through a gray and desolate time of confusion.

Adolescence is a time in which you experience everything more intensely.

She felt pained, desolate, guilty, bewildered—she did not know quite what word to put to her feelings except that they were hard to bear and harder to hide.

No, she must not begin to doubt. She hated him. She hated him because he had brought turmoil into her life again. And emotion. And bitter regret for all that might have been. She hated him.

She felt very close to despair. It seemed that everything was going wrong around her.

She had had that helpless feeling again, the one that had had her tossing and turning all night, sleepless spells intermingled with troubled dreams.

But he suppressed the thought. It could bring no peace at all, but only shatter it.