Quotes About Turmoil

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy -- in fact, they're almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other. Both at once can produce unbearable turmoil...

This was more than an unexpected turn. It was an unchecked slide into hell.

And suddenly I feel weak, like every question in my head has collided against each other and won't let me think.

It is hard to find reason when you're being torn in two.

En él creció una tensión que se fue transformando en la rabiosa aflicción rebelde del hombre-niño que busca la fuerza de un hombre en el ruido y la furia.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

The thing with mental turmoil is that so many things that make you feel better in the short term make you feel worse in the long term. You distract yourself, when what you really need is to know yourself.

There was an inescapable feeling brewing in the darkness. Envy.

The devil steps up to the podium, clears his throat and taps out time with his baton: in come the monstrous iron kettle drums of artillery, joined by a woodwind section of whistling bullets and shrieking shells, the ever-crackling light percussion of rifle fire.

To fish in troubled waters.

Happiness is thus viewed as being just a deceptively calm moment in the middle of a storm.

Just thinking about all the drama gets my tubes in a twist.

What in the Wide, Wide World of Sports is a-goin' on here?

Like chaos in a glass cage.

Human society has been mostly an immoral violent bedlam,

Drama lives on conflict. If you're trying to deal with social issues seriously, there's no way of avoiding violence, which is so present in society.

for years now there had been no country here but the war.

didn't know whether to shit once, twice, go blind, or die – though the latter was looking like a strong

calamity of their own making.

The fighting had begun. You could make out groups of masked men roaming around with assault rifles and automatic weapons. Windows had been broken, here and there cars were on fire, but the images, shot in the pelting rain, were of such poor quality it was impossible to get a clear idea of who was doing what.

These will be my last moments of peace. . . . From now on, my love. . . will bring nothing but chaos.

If hearts really could sink, Kaylin's was busily rearranging her internal organs.

Autumn passed, and winter came, and events of little consequence caused great commotions.

Anarchy is the only slight glimmer of hope.