Quotes About Turmoil

Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.

She wished and wished that he had not come. She had thought all that turmoil behind her. She had achieved a hard-won measure of tranquility in the past three months. She did not want it all destroyed. She did not want another three days with him. And the inevitable parting again. She did not believe she could hold on to her sanity if she had to go through all that again. If! She was already going through it.

She knew only that the evening before had been like some kind of nightmare in which everything that could have gone wrong had done so.

There are a thousand ways for a boy of fifteen to go wrong. The most gently reared will lash out, battered by gusts of mindless fury. The brightest can be swamped by black despair. The sweetest may turn sullen and withdrawn. The most rational are quick to anger.

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit, what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others, and intolerable to myself.

misery had her dwelling in my heart...

My present situation was one in which all voluntary thought was swallowed up and lost.

My internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil; I felt that order would thence arise, but I had no power to produce it. By

Nada é mais doloroso para a alma humana do que a lassidão, o trágico marasmo, que sobrevêm à rápida seqüência de fatos e sentimentos tumultuosos, como a paisagem desoladora da floresta após a passagem destruidora da tormenta

Non v'è nulla di più doloroso per l'animo umano di quella calma mortale che segue alla grande agitazione di sensazioni e sentimenti provocata da una rapida successione di eventi, quel misto d'impotenza e rassegnazione che si produce quando al cuore mancano sia la speranza che il timore.

los mismos sueños que me habían servido de sustento y solaz durante tanto tiempo, se habían convertido ahora en un infierno para mí.

My feelings became calmer, if it may be called calmness when the violence of rage sinks into the depths of despair.

The truth of the matter is that we are careening into our darkest moment yet, and we look ridiculous doing it.

And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

In the hands of the shrewd and the ruthless, chaos had proven a gift.

shambles in her sternum.

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.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time. How much of it was her fault? That question haunted her.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.

so long as the earth was inhabited by people, there would be no calm place.

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

In love there is but little rest.

Love cannot exist in peace, it will always come accompanied by agonies, ecstasies, intense joys and profound sadnesses.

I was in love again. I was in trouble