Quotes About Turmoil

Liraz felt… guilty. It was not her favorite feeling. Her favorite feeling was the absence of feeling; anything else led to turmoil. Right now, for example, she found herself angry at the source of her guilt, and, though aware that this was an improper emotional response, she could not seem to unfeel it. She was angry because she knew she was going to have to do something to… assuage the guilt. Damn it.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

under his dripping hair, he was as white as parchment, his hands clenched at his sides so tightly that they were shaking. It seemed clear that some terrible turmoil was ripping him apart from the inside out.

Jace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-

O sentimento de culpa é algo de terrível que nos aflige em todos os momentos em que estamos acordados e nos persegue durante os sonhos.

For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.

The war is always going badly.

When the madness came, he would be like a man staggering along the rim of the abyss – which was his rage – and when the edge gave way or he missed his step, he might clutch at anyone within reach and drag that person with him over the precipice.

As late as March 2008 Henry Paulson, the U.S. Secretary of the Treasury, declared: "Our financial institutions, banks and investment banks, are strong. Our capital markets are resilient. They're efficient. They're flexible."25 Shortly thereafter, the entire economy was in turmoil. The risk models influencing Paulson's belief did not anticipate the scale of the bubble, similar to the turkey not anticipating the concept of Thanksgiving.

La stupidità, quando viene ad assumere un'esagerata intensità, diventa anarchia

You ok?" he said. No, I'm not. I'm lonely and exhausted and no kind of mother and on top of all that migrained with fucking idiotic desire. "I'm fine," I said, and opened the passenger door.

Two souls alas! are dwelling in my breast

This mess is a place!

All the world is topsy-turvy, and it has been topsy-turvy ever since the plague.

Whether it was their fault or not, they'd gone mad by force of circumstance, they'd lost their reason because nothing in their lives made sense any more.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.

His mind was like the sea itself: troubled, and too deep for the bravest man's descent, throwing up now and again, for the naked eye to wonder at, treasure and debris long forgotten on the bottom—bones and jewels, fantastic shells, jelly that had once been flesh, pearls that had once been eyes. And he was at the mercy of this sea, hanging there with darkness all around him.

He wanted to enter into, or to forget, the chaos at his center.

His mind was like the sea itself: troubled, and too deep for the bravest man's descent . . . And he was at the mercy of this sea, hanging there with darkness all around him.

Blackthorne, beside the gates, was still turmoiled by his boundless joy at her reprieve and he remembered how his own will had been stretched that night of his near-seppuku, when he had had to get up as a man and walk home as a man unsupported, and became samurai. And he watched her, despising the need for this courage, yet understanding it, even honoring it.

Qué sucede? ¿es el infierno que nos ha echado encima sus demonios?

I start to cry. Tears begin running down my face and quiet sobs escape me. I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know how I'm here and I don't know how things ever got this bad. I try to find answers but they aren't there. I'm too fucked up to have answers. I'm too fucked up for anything

My body is falling apart and my mind fell apart a long time ago.

2011 was a year in which events rarely turned out as predicted, and when much of the world seemed shrouded in turmoil and uncertainty. It was difficult for government analysts back in Washington to know just where they were on the map, let alone where they were heading.