Quotes About Turmoil

Where there is no strife there is decay:

Nobody wants to read about happy people.

The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself

It's terrible to be young. It's terrible. Terrible

Shit," she said, small hand gesturing to encompass their situation. "Lots of it. Now. Hitting many fans. Large ones.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.

aaron would not come out aaron entered into agony.

Böyle korkunç olaylar bazen insanlar?n da ba??na gelebilir. Üstesinden gelemedi?i çeli?kilerle ba? ba?a kalan insan, moral bak?m?ndan derinden derine sars?l?r ama bunu kimseye söyleyemez, çünkü kimse ona yard?m edemez. Bu korkunç bir yer kaymas? gibidir, tehlikeyi görürsünüz, ama bir ?ey yapamazs?n?z.

only towards one man can I feel that wrenching whirlwind emotion, soaring to heaven, flung down to hell, both at once.

She had spent the majority of her days in some sort of a tizzy and had developed over the course of her life a tizzy repertoire of abundant variety, from the black depressive tizzy to the anxious weepy tizzy to the more traditional furious tizzy, which almost always involved projectiles.

Sleeping at last, the trouble and turmoil over,Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,Sleeping at last.

In the upper echelons of the Church, the authoritarian and anti-liberal elements within fascism resonated with those – and they included Pius XI – who had come to see the turmoil and conflict that had convulsed the world in recent decades as symptoms of the deep moral malaise that had afflicted Western society since the time of the Enlightenment, with its corrosive doctrines of rights and popular sovereignty.

He looked at her Something Turned cancerous He was in love.

If it's a man's world, as they say, then men: your world is a poorly run carnage fest.

I have come to the idea of rising below and letting the circle run its course. I will no longer fight the wheel inside me. Now I understand the strength of succumbing to the storm, joining the maelstrom, finding power in its turmoil.

It was as if the main screw in his head, which held his whole life together, had become stripped. The screw would not go in, would not come out, but turned in the same groove without catching hold, and it was impossible to stop turning it.

The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains.

Gaiety and grief and despair and tenderness and triumph followed one another without any connection, like the emotions of a madman. And those emotions, like a madman's, sprang up quite unexpectedly.

Oh, things are wretched, miserable!' said Oblonsky, and sighed heavily.

Life as it is leaves one no peace.

Non penso? Non c'è giorno e ora in cui non pensi e non mi rimproveri perché penso... Perché questi pensieri possono far impazzire. Far impazzire.

hydra of revolution,

I am crushed, I am annihilated, I am no longer a man!

Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house.