Quotes About Disorder

If you have a sleeping disorder, just get TyQuil: Tyron Woodley, the gossip girl.

Anarchy is the only slight glimmer of hope.

I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.

I'm not the easiest person to live with. I'm kind of a slob.

My house is very clean apart from a very small part of it that looks as if we've been burgled, which is my office.

Letter scrambling and trouble reading is just a small part of dyslexia. It is also an auditory processing problem.

Though the ancient poet in Plutarch tells us we must not trouble the gods with our affairs because they take no heed of our angers and disputes, we can never enough decry the disorderly sallies of our minds.

Vi er bare oppfinnsomme når det gjelder å mishandle oss selv, det er det virkelige bytte for vår åndskraft - et farlig redskap når det er i uorden!

But it must not be forgotten that 'politics' has been conceived as a continuation, if not exactly and directly of war, at least of the military model as a fundamental means of preventing civil disorder.

Order, though practical and effi-cient, can imprison. Although it promotes movement, in the end it can also freeze movement. The check-list, though es-sential for action, can sterilize discovery. An atmosphere penetrated with disorder, by contrast, is like an apparatus that has a certain play in it, and it is precisely this play that provokes invention.

Everything was in a mess in the Oblonskys

Messy arrangements far outweigh orderly ones.

My intent here is to use that insight to grasp how a universe with ever-increasing entropy, destined for ever-greater disorder, creates a wealth of order along the way.

All the shops have been smashed open. There was a whole bunch of people across the street helping themselves to musical instruments, can you believe that? Yeah, said Rincewind. ...Luters, I expect.

My world is just one big chaos!

If you're too free, you're like the way Hong Kong is now. It's very chaotic.

Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It's hard enough to communicate when you're telling the truth.

When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.

In short, the war got off to a pretty good start, with the help of chaos.

And who can doubt that it will lead to the worst disorders when minds created free by God are compelled to submit slavishly to an outside will? When we are told to deny our senses and subject them to the whim of others? When people devoid of whatsoever competence are made judgesover experts and are granted authority to treat them as they please?These are the novelties which are apt to bring about the ruin ofcommonwealths and the subversion of the state.

There is no difference between acute schizophrenia and a world at war.

Life, just like the stars, the planets and the galaxies, is just a temporary structure on the long road from order to disorder. But that doesn't make us insignificant, because we are the Cosmos made conscious. Life is the means by which the universe understands itself. And for me, our true significance lies in our ability to understand and explore this beautiful universe.

You are exporting disorder [in the form of heat into the Universe] now as you read this book. You are hastening the demise of everything that exists, bringing forward by your very existence the arrival of time known as the heat death, when all stars have died, all black holes have evaporated away and the entirety of creation is a uniform bath of photons incapable of storing a single bit of information about the glorious adolescence of our wonderful Universe.

Tohu wabohu. Formless and void. The desert of Azazel was the haunt of jackals, the habitation of siyyim and iyyim demons, Lilith the night hag and her serpent Ningishzida. Here the night creatures howled, the centaurs dwelt, and the satyr goat demons danced upon the ruins of desolation. Chaos and disorder. But it was not night, it was day. The demons seemed held at bay, their whisperings carried only by the winds.