Quotes About Turmoil

Okay Libya...got all this stuff twirling around in my head

Chaos is a vortex that spins faster with each thing it swallows.

His suppressed grief becomes anger. But what can he do with anger? It must also be suppressed.

distraught. It seems he claims

At this signal, the world turns upside down.

Sejak bertemu dengannya, aku tidak pernah merasa tenang... Dia telah membuatku berayun di antara harapan dan ketakutan...

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

I don't feel calm at all. I am a maelstrom of emotions. All I want to do is scream.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone. page 148

I am not okay. I am not okay. I am not okay.

I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I thought news was despicable. It was publicly-supported gossip, invasion into the lives and sufferings of strangers, and the love of it represented an unconscionable desire to destroy the privacy of people whose lives had been thrown into turmoil.

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently

There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.

Section 13 of the Judiciary Act, in which Congress gave the Court jurisdiction to decide original mandamus actions like Marbury's, was therefore unconstitutional and no mandamus could be issued. The decision gave the Court a measure of insulation at a time of political turmoil; without an order, the Jefferson administration had nothing to complain about.

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handfull of anger, held in my chest.

A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.

Only a country that feels invulnerable can afford political turmoil as entertainment. But having come so close

Only a country that feels invulnerable can afford political turmoil as entertainment.

And how had she felt during those first few excruciatingly unfolding hours? What had filled her brain, her heart, to replace all those petty concerns? Terror. Despair. Grief. Horror. Agony. Turmoil. Heartbreak. Fear. All those words, all so melodramatic, yet all so insufficient.

He clutches his head. 'This is … this is insane, Lula. This isn't you. You're not fucking gay. This is her. She's done this to you. She's fucking groomed you. Can you not see that? She's groomed you.

I feel it is urgently necessary to train people who are capable of tackling the various problems we face today in regards to environmental turmoil and the relevancy of clothing.

A condition of war' exists.

I don't want to ruin your life, Leonard said in a gentler tone. You're not ruining it. The drugs just slow the process down. But the end's inevitable. The question is, how to turn this thing off? He jabbed at his head with his index finger. It's cutting me up, and I can't turn it off. Madeleine, listen to me. Listen. I'm not going to get better.