Quotes About Turmoil

She wanted to cry. To scream. To shriek like a crazy wind.

Sometimes love carries us into the abyss, taking with us -- to make matters worse -- the people we love.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

But it always came back to anger.

By translating their inner turmoil or understanding into art, artists challenge the accepted notions of reality and create new ones.

What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of bewilderment above one's capacity to register?

That, of course, was when everything went wrong and the whole world crashed down around my ears.

Indecision is the source of chaos

Historically, Yemen, when not being invaded or colonized by outside powers, from the Ottomans to the British, was fighting itself.

lets go of my ear and opens the front door. "Get out!" she screeches. "Get out of my house! I don't like you! I don't want you! I never loved you! Get the hell out of my house!" I freeze. I'm not sure of this game. My brain begins to spin with all the options of what Mother's real intentions may be. To survive, I have to think ahead. Father steps in front of me. "No!" he cries out. "That's

Life is crazy and maddening and often makes no sense.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.

Rouse him:—make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it.

Very soon they will have to choose on the one hand between economic and financial collapse or internal upheaval, and on the other a war which could have no other object

But now there was a classic example of "Order, counter-order, disorder".

His face was knotted with rage. He felt like fainting but couldn't remember the proper way to fall.

These were kids for whom simple self-destruction wasn't enough.

Donde empiezan la inquietud y la perturbación, la tristeza buena deja el lugar a la mala.

Anxiety has forged another weather.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.