Quotes About Turmoil

People lose their jobs over this sort of thing. They lose their friends. Their families. They lose everything.

There's never any ebb in human misery.

I don't like this kind of life where every month you are faced with some kind of a coup.

His brain had the bends.

Venere bellissima! è qui la tempesta che mi ha strappato dall'assennatezza sotto cui mi riparavo. Cupido e Amore, allora, sono piovuti nel mio petto e ormai per me non c'è più rimedio. Nel mio cuore le pareti sono marce, la casa va tutta in rovina

Family trouble was the worst kind. Some families ran their own little versions of the Middle East.

Pandemonium reigned.

This world is rigged with ruin.

The wars that are to be feared the most and are the cruelest are the civil wars. Rome was never threatened as much by its [foreign] enemies such as Pyrrhus and Hannibal as it was by its own citizens.

This human experience has gone awry.

To adventure the likes of which I think neither of us have ever seen. (Morgan) And to fate. To the very fate that has abandoned us to turmoil. (Serenity)

She thinks she will explode with all the seemingly endless positions of grief.

The truth is that, in times of turmoil, people look for a scapegoat to sacrifice. Marie Antoinette just happened to be the French Revolution's favorite It girl. To be fair, Marie Antoinette lived in a world which she was expected to obey her husband as if he were God,, to spill forth children as if she were Eve--- and then accept that aristocrats ate cake while peasants had no bread. After all, it was divine will and all that.

The falling apart of a man's life should make more noise. It should startle passesrby with its Sturm and Drang. It ought to sound like the Parthenon crashing down. Not this ordinary, everyday kind of quiet...He closed his eyes...And still it was quiet, this falling apart of his life, as silent as the last beat of an old man's heart. A quiet, echoing thud, and then...nothing.

La filosofía no fue sólo una disciplina escolar, sino también un arte de vivir, una ascética para la felicidad en tiempos revueltos.

but now something passes like a dark cloud through his consciousness

He wasn't physically impotent. So the impotence must lie in his soul. Finding oblivion in a moment's ecstasy was all he could manage.

but quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

None of us wants trouble, but I fear these are troubled times,

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

Negro society was in turmoil and chaos. The colored folk in straining every nerve to get the Black-No-More treatment, had forgotten all loyalties, affiliations and responsibilities. No longer did they flock to the churches on Sundays or pay dues in their numerous fraternal organizations.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

If we could learn how to balance rest against effort, calmness against strain, quiet against turmoil, we would assure ourselves of joy in living and psychological health for life.