Best 923 quotes in «chaos quotes» category

Haven't you got it through your head that human thought is a thing of the past & that philosophy is worse than Bertillon's guide to harassed cops? You make me laugh with your metaphysical anguish, it's just that you're scared silly, frightened of life, of men of action, of action itself, of lack of order. But everything is disorder, dear boy. Vegetable, mineral & animal, all disorder, & so is the multitude of human races, the life of man, thought, history, wars, inventions, business & the arts, & all theories, passions & systems. It's always been that way. Why are you trying to make something out of it? And what will you make? What are you looking for? There's no truth. There's only action, action subjected to every possible & imaginable contingency & contradiction. Life. Life is a crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust, stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. What can you do about it, my poor friend?

Here is what I know to be true: messed up men will often panic and try to control the chaos. Waiting is one of the hardest spiritual disciplines. Waiting is spelled T-R-U-S-T.

He felt a deep urge to put some order in this chaos. Leaning against a large standing-stone by the wayside, he drew out his dreambook and began to write.

He started hammering the ground with all his might and the sky opened up, raining heavily on him. He looked at the sky, heard that thunder and saw that lightning. He laughed maniacally before raising the hammer again.

He woke up blinking with a slight pain in his head and opened his eyes upon a world boiling in chaos in which everything was in proper order.

History is going somewhere. And we know full well that He who does all things well will bring beauty from the ashes of world chaos. A new world is being born. A new social order will emerge when Christ comes back. A fabulous future is on the way.

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

I am the rightful ruler of this world And now that I, too, have awakened, like my dragons, I have come to take back what is mine.

I could not see beauty until I held hands with chaos in silence.

I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretence invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

I don't know what my future will bring me and it's terrifying. To stand before this vast expanse and know that the future could take away what matters most simply because that is the nature of indifferent chaos in the hands of wanton boys.

I drag my world where I belong... Lost in the oubliette of conscious I hide from the murkiest of shadows Generate hope amidst fear And dewdrops amidst rain My tears don’t carry the burden of pain By taking the draperies of fate along In desire of meeting my beloved in chaos I drag my world where I belong...

If chaos is a masterpiece, Then you should see my heart. If battle scars are beautiful, Then I'm a work of art.

If every one of us were given a power to get everything we want, the world would be the greatest chaos-zone in this entire universe!

If heaven was hot and hell was chilly, tell me, why would you go to heaven?

If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull out your firefly net and catch me in the beauty of your tender love.

He had hundreds of monsters inside him wearing his face as a mask. Screaming and trying to tear him apart and take his place. He always fought furiously to hold them back and it created an unending chaos inside him. Eventually, in the end, he lost all his strength and battles. He was dragged down into the abyss. He cried and fought hard to find his way back home. To get out from there again and to be himself. But among all these masks, the real he was lost forever. He never made it back again, and he was not himself anymore.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I am too calm to be claimed by your chaos.

Ich lache immer, wenn etwas schiefläuft. Denn es ist meine Schuld. Nicht die des Universums, des Teufels, des Zufalls oder irgendwelcher anderer bösen Mächte. Ich gebe es gerne zu. Nur zu, schiebt die Schuld für eure Missgeschicke sowie für eure kleinen und großen Katastrophen in Zukunft gerne auf mich! Wer ich bin? Mein Name ist Murphy.

I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of accidia — will-less in a grey tumult of idées obscures. There is an end to the temptation of light, its polite scorchings & consolations. It is good for children & insects. There is an end of making up one's mind, like a pound of tea, an end of patting the butter of consciousness into opinions. The real consciousness is the chaos, a grey commotion of mind, with no premises or conclusions or problems or solutions or cases or judgments.

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

If everything were anything," Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

If God were mortal and had but one life to give, he would have been more careful about how he created the world.

If, living in the world, you refuse to be a part of it, you will help other out of this chaos - not in the future, not tomorrow, but now.

If, living in the world, you refuse to be a part of it, you will help others out of this chaos - not in the future, not tomorrow, but now.

If they do not even respect their own, they respect no one.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

If you remain calm in the midst of great chaos, it is the surest guarantee that it will eventually subside.

I gravitate towards peace, and away from chaos.

If this all works which I have read and some of which I have written did happen just one year... the events... wow...wow... what type of serial killer... what type of crazy mad stuff are going to happen... it's just an example of chaos.

I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.

I have often told you that I am that little fish who swims about under a shark and, I believe, lives indelicately on its offal. Anyway, that is the way I am. Life moves over me in a vast black shadow and I swallow whatever it drops with relish, having learned in a very hard school that one cannot be both a parasite and enjoy self-nourishment without moving in worlds too fantastic for even my disordered imagination to people with meaning.

I am always a different man; a reinterpretation of the man I was yesterday, and the day before, and all the days I have lived. The past is gone, was always gone; it does not exist, except in memory, and what is memory but thought, a copy of perception, no less but no more replete with truth than any passing whim, fancy, or other agitation of the mind. And if it is actions, words, thoughts that define an individual, those definitions alter like the weather - if continuity and pattern are often discernible, so are chaos and sudden change.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I mean every word of my divine chaos.

In a way, art is a theory about the way the world looks to human beings. It’s abundantly obvious that one doesn’t know the world around us in detail

In chaos is where learning happens the most.

Indiscriminate use among unintelligent leads to chaos.

In my loneliness…I found you In my darkness... I found you In my insanity…. I found you In the chaos of the world... you and I found love But you and I will always remain an unfinished story!

Insofar as we appreciate order, it is when we perceive it as being accompanied by complexity, when we feel that a variety of elements has been brought to order--that windows, doors and other details have been knitted into a scheme that manages to be at once regular and intricate. (p184)

In the great tornado of life, things sometimes seem out of control, and we can’t see where we are going. But sometimes, when the storm passes and the dust settles, things have landed into place beautifully.

In the horrors of war, please bring me peace.

I had hoped that the rest of the world would stand still while I got myself together again, but Chaos and Tragedy had marched into other lives close to mine as well.

I kept staring at the moon. I'm not sure if its light was good or evil. I thought it might not be either. The moon just shines with the light of chaos. Mysteriously. Brightly. That must not be either good or evil. Just as the rules of this world are not all good.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

I look back frequently I'm learning from the past I try to distract from the pain I lose myself at times Chaos is still beautiful for me and I understood I'm stronger braver and more resilient Then I once believed