Quotes About Turmoil

One only needs to read twentieth-century history to see that it has been the climax of human madness, if it's measured in terms of human violence inflicted on other humans.

We can look at history and see that [political turmoil is] fertile ground for art.

There is little hope of equity where rebellion reigns.

Humanity was drawn to turmoil and self-destruction as inevitably as the earth was drawn to complete its annual revolution of the sun.

humor bears the closest relation to emotion, either bubbling up as from a deep and happy wellspring, or in an opposite fashion rising like a re-birth of feeling from dead levels after turmoil.

Life is a pigsty.

There is no greater hell than realizing you're in love with the guy you hate.

I didn't think it was possible — but this situation has managed to get worse." "But you're so calm, " she observed."That's usually when you can tell everything has gone to shit.

You might not be the devil, but you can certainly raise hell.

I was in that dark, self-destructive place. I was up one minute, down the next. Soaring and crashing and crashing and soaring; the roller coaster from hell.

Fear arises, and conflict within and without becomes the norm.

The worst of these politics of revolution is this: they temper and harden the breast, in order to prepare it for the desperate strokes which are sometimes used in extreme occasions. But

Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.

But double griefs afflict concealing hearts, As raging flames who striveth to suppress.

That's what happens in plays, yes? The shit hits the fan. --Edward Albee

The conflict was terrible; it was the combat of despair against grief and rage.

A storm broke loose in my mind.

at the core of whatever made this human atom pile smolder he wasn't cooking anymore. He was all bottled

devouring myself and panicking

Mi desorden es atroz.

In the blink of an eye everything was upside down: gentlemen, bakers, customers, bread loaves, counter, benches, bins, cupboards, sacks, threshers, wheat bran, flour, dough." "What about the musketeers?" "They were busy guarding the Commissioner's house. You can't both sing in the choir and carry the cross.

A guardian angel will help us," Lucia replied, "be prudent and resign yourself." Her mother added more advice along the same lines, and the groom left at last, his heart in turmoil. He kept repeating to himself the same strange words. "In the end there is justice in this world." For a man overcome by grief truly does not know what he is saying.

Through it all, they kept pecking at one another, as is too often the case with fellows in misfortune.

There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.