Quotes About Turmoil

All that spring he was not himself, and went through fearful moments of horror.

It was as if the working of his head had stripped the main screw that held his life together. The screw wouldn't go in or come out; it just turned without biting on anything, always in the same hole, and he couldn't stop it turning.

Prayer Against the Darkness Shekhina Pray for us now bound with scripture and shielded with shawl Armed with passion and loving care Pray for us now against suffering, turmoil, and injustice Pray for us now against the chaos of the dark.

But there is no calm soul in Russia.

Yet the greater the turmoil inside him, the more the revelations responded to it. It was as though the Quranic voice was able to see deep inside him and address questions he was barely aware he was asking.

She tortured everybody around her, but only because she was more tortured than anyone.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

None of us ever thought to write a song about all the shit that was going on back then: war, revolution, civil war, turmoil. Our songs were trying to take you someplace else.

there is peace in despair in exactly the same way as there is despair in peace.

I've turned myself inside out to try and avoid what happened today. You affect me in ways I can't quantify or contain. All I can measure is the effect, and the effect is that I am out of control.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

Often the people with the biggest smiles can be struggling the most.

There's chaos out there, and chaos means opportunity.

A civil war is anything but civil.

She joined the celebration, a wooden smile fixed to her face, but inside, she was a wasteland, everything burning to ash.

History was about to be made. Or, if not actually made, then torn apart.

It doesn't mean anything, this twisting feeling in my chest.

AAAAAACK UNSPECIFIED CATASTROPHE EVERYTHING IS TERR — ooh, I do need a snack right now,

it would be the Devil to pay and no pitch hot

It's a madhouse, of course. A complete, utter madhouse. I only hope to God it remains one.

The idea of parts of the body public fighting each other was like the idea of a man's punching himself in the face. It was a physical blasphemy that suited this era as an index of how far it had all gone.

So I want to propose an alternative: first, we save globalization by ditching neoliberalism; then we save the planet – and rescue ourselves from turmoil and inequality – by moving beyond capitalism itself.

the freedom of pandemonium

the mood is festive with a subtext of anarchy.