Quotes About Turmoil

Sometimes t feels like I live in a circus and all the animals are loose.

My world is just one big chaos!

If you're too free, you're like the way Hong Kong is now. It's very chaotic.

My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much trouble we were in. I prowled around, but it didn't help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight.

Fuck, I think. Just that. A multitude of various fucks all in one great big clusterfuck. As in: I am fucked if I want this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ newborn imbecile. And she is so fucked if I take her. And fuck if I'm going to walk away.

Raging anger and profound aching grief tend to make one act out of sorts.

feelings of hurt and betrayal and utter loss poured through me like batter hitting a hot skillet.

Julia was like a tornado, and she left chaos wherever she went.

In short, the war got off to a pretty good start, with the help of chaos.

he feels a vaguely familiar, slightly intolerable bubbling inside of him. He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love.

All the suffering and frustration of the past two weeks came bursting out in an unpremeditated explosion.

The greatest conflicts are not between two people but between one person and himself.

Being the Stream Meditation is not just a rest or retreat from the turmoil of the stream or the impurity of the world. It is a way of being the stream, so that one can be at home in both the white water and the eddies. Meditation may take one out of the world, but it also puts one totally into it.

There is no difference between acute schizophrenia and a world at war.

Someone asked them to be quiet, so it's just a matter of a time before all hell breaks loose.

I stepped over toys and broken furniture and bits and parts of machinery until I entered what was supposed to be a living room, though it looked more like a storage bin for chaos.

And each ripple builds and builds into the tidal wave of anarchy to which we are now doomed.

Had not enough gone wrong?

As before, life is chaotic, rushed and nightmarish.

In a severe gale like this, while the ship is but a tossed shuttlecock to the blast, it is by no means uncommon to see the needles in the compasses, at intervals, go round and round. It was thus with the Pequod's; at almost every shock the helmsman had not failed to notice the whirling velocity with which they revolved upon the cards; it is a sight that hardly anyone can behold without some sort of unwonted emotion.

obstreperously.

His mind appeared unstrung, if not still more seriously affected.

Duce, damn your whipped-cream soul, do you know anything that can clear up this crazy mess?

It was the new politics of ambiguity—speaking for the lower and middle classes to get their support in times of rapid growth and potential turmoil. The two-party system came into its own in this time. To give people a choice between two different parties and allow them, in a period of rebellion, to choose the slightly more democratic one was an ingenious mode of control.