Best 923 quotes in «chaos quotes» category

Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.

Within the stability of a family struggle, when there's less chaos, you can have the most soul-searching and the most digging to find out what and who you really are.

Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Without order nothing can exist-without chaos nothing can evolve. Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.

Without true chaos, we can never have true peace.

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.

With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.

Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.

Writers seek to create order out of the chaos of everyday life, and to extract meaning from both the tragic and the mundane

Writing is magic because it harnesses the energy generated by the chaos within.

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Yes it was chaos, working through chaos, you never quite knew what you were going to do each day, but you knew that you wanted to make something.

You could eat sushi off my bookshelf. My cleaning regime is like a battleground. I'm Genghis Khan and my cleaning products are my Mongolian army and I take no prisoners. The rest of my life is an experiment in chaos so I like to keep my flat neat.

You can organize elections any day, even tomorrow. But what will be the result of chaotic elections? More chaos!

You are never so low that you deserve to be lower.

You can reconstruct the picture from chaos and memory's ruins.

You can't build politics on love. People aren't concerned with love; it's too disordered. They prefer despotism. Too much freedom breeds chaos.

You fear that if you lower your guard for even one second your whole world will disintegrate into chaos

You feel kind of weird cheering for chaos. There is that sense that the crazier it gets, the better off we are. Before, when I was part of the American public, I was hoping for a reasonable and quick solution to the impeachment process. Now, I'm hoping for partisan bedlam and chaos. It's really what serves me best.

A choice to listen to the chaos your mind creates or the whispers of intuitive wisdom from the heart.

You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back.

You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.

You're an entropic chaos factor

You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.

A culture capable of imagining complexly is a humble culture. It acts, when it has to act, as late in the game as possibl, and as cautiously, because it knows its girth and the tight confines of the china shop it's blundering into. And it knows that no matter how well prepared it is -- no matter how ruthlessly it has held its projections up to intelligent scrutiny -- the place it is headed for is going to very different from the place it imagined. The shortfall between the imagined and the real, multiplied by the violence of one's intent, equals the evil one will do.

You have to have a plan, or else you're just creating a recipe for chaos.

All the cops were tied up trying to maintain control, but it was already lost.

a finger pointing with particular aim too far from the goal in effect points at everything.

After tail spinning into chaos, one needs a bolt-hole, to resource and ‘challenge’ oneself, break free from the haunting constrictions, squirrel back into bouncy and buoyant surroundings and enjoy the many laugh-out-loud-moments of the day. As soon as one manages to wobble out of one’s shell, everything may click into place again and the radiance and glare of the bright side of life might show again. ("Imbroglio")

All things need some degree of order; of substance, form and structure. Show me a storm or the most beautiful day without form, and I’ll show you chaos and dissonance that is not unlike a symphony of wailing scorched cats.

Afterward the Captain was to tell himself that in this one instant he knew everything. Actually, in a moment when a great but unknown shock is expected, the mind instinctively prepares itself by abandoning momentarily the faculty of surprise. In that vulnerable instant a kaleidoscope of half-guessed possibilities project themselves, and when the disaster has defined itself there is the feeling of having understood beforehand in some supernatural way.

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

...an age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not...

Always lists to be made, as if writing items in neat vertical rows might stave off randomness and chaos.

A man without a filter, is chaos walking

A multi-party system is a system in which multiple political parties run for national election thus turning it into a multi-party chaos.

Anarchists did not try to carry out genocide against the Armenians in Turkey; they did not deliberately starve millions of Ukrainians; they did not create a system of death camps to kill Jews, gypsies, and Slavs in Europe; they did not fire-bomb scores of large German and Japanese cities and drop nuclear bombs on two of them; they did not carry out a ‘Great Leap Forward’ that killed scores of millions of Chinese; they did not attempt to kill everybody with any appreciable education in Cambodia; they did not launch one aggressive war after another; they did not implement trade sanctions that killed perhaps 500,000 Iraqi children. In debates between anarchists and statists, the burden of proof clearly should rest on those who place their trust in the state. Anarchy’s mayhem is wholly conjectural; the state’s mayhem is undeniably, factually horrendous.

And don't go whining to God about it. It was pretty clear that there was no God up there, no kindly old gent looking down, keeping score in a notebook. You did good, you did bad, it didn't make any difference, did it? This one's going to heaven, this one's going to hell, this one's going to Disneyland. No. God wouldn't have let any of this shit happen. If you were going to believe in anything, then believe in the devil. He was much more real than God. Up there causing mischief. Laughing at the chaos he'd created.

And he knew something else as a social evolutionist that he might stress someday in his 'Every Change Is for the Worse' should he ever find time to write it: Gold knew that the most advanced and penultimate stage of a civilization was attained when chaos masqueraded as order, and he knew we were already there.

And I silently simmered in the chaos of my mind and heart.

-and then what happened?- I asked him, but I had no desire to know. Whatever it was, it has to be ugly.

An infinite, inscrutable blackness has annihilated sight! Where is our universe? All crumbled away from us; and we, adrift in chaos, may hearken to the gusts of homeless wind, that go sighing and murmuring about in quest of what was once a world!

And this notion of the meaninglessness of our lives here began to enflame us. I took up the theme again that music and acting were good because they drove back chaos. Chaos was the meaninglessness of day-to-day life, and if we were to die now, our lives would have been nothing but meaninglessness.

And you know what? My kisses are mine. I don't have to explain them to anyone, I'll give them out as I see fit and to whomever I want. Like money. Except that everyone has kisses, they're much more democratic, and a lot more dangerous too, since they put us all on the same level. And if you did the same, if we all did the same, the world might be a little more chaotic but a lot more fun.

Artists are agents of chaos. It is the artists job to encourage entropy, to promote chaos. Idols must be killed, icons crushed, beliefs shattered. It is the artists job to encourage legitimate, unadulterated, raw thought and emotion. Art that does nothing new, that simply fills an established role, is not art. It is a product. A stale, stagnant product of a disgustingly mundane process that has been done so much it is assumed mandatory. Little different than feces. The last thing the world needs is to get shittier.

A peculiar sort of chaos looms beneath the pretense of peace.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.