Best 923 quotes in «chaos quotes» category

At the fringe edge of advancement it's a war of anarchy and chaos.

Avoid the mindless chaos that pervades vast swathes of society.

Backstage was chaos distilled into a very small space.

be a dog, be a jerk, be a devil, be a worst imaginable creature, but never be a good man, for being civilized in chaos is itself a chaos.

Behind those happy eyes, you hide a mind that is terribly chaotic and that's what makes you, so beautiful.

Between chaos and our shoes wobbles, I tell you, the thinnest film!

Below lies the dark core, that great iron ball beneath all things. Its compressed weight is fantastic; it is older than time itself. It is a vestige of the blackness that predates all existence, when a formless universe existed in a state of chaotic un-creation, lacking awareness even of itself.

Brooding is more something I do when I'm working. I know so much more about sitting around worrying about a work project than I do about worrying about kids. This could just be a fact of life for older moms. We've worked and worked and worked and if we are lucky enough to finally have a child or two, we find ourselves suddenly catapulted into a most alien kind of chaos. Work is so much easier. Anyone will tell you that. To have a desk, where you have everything all lined up, and a schedule you more or less get to agree to. Work. I am a worker. This is so funny because I never really think of my work as work. I certainly never though of myself as having a career. Writing, work, this is just who I am. I am a person who sits at a desk and makes phone calls and taps at a computer keyboard and sips coffee and calls her mom at five. That I am anything better or smaller than that has come as sudden news to me. Brand new. News.

Billions of years ago there were just blobs of protoplasm; now billions of years later here we are. So information has been created and stored in our structure. In the development of one person’s mind from childhood, information is clearly not just accumulated but also generated—created from connections that were not there before

But in the morning I would always rise and polish the surface of myself, a gleaming, confident young woman, an excellent student and good daughter starting her fourth year at the university, moving smoothly through the world, and even though inside the chaos scraped and railed I would push it into the crevices of the day so it could not be detected.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

But isn't it enough that I just don't want it?" "No," said Fiona. "It isn't enough." "Why not?" "Well, if that was enough, if just saying no and not giving a reason was enough, where would we be? It would just be chaos.

But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and rom the walls of Heav'n Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din,

But when you’re a kid, it isn’t chaos. It’s just a heartbeat. Your house isn’t floating through space, it sits on the ground. Once you get old enough you start to see that color is just paint and doors are just wood. Then, at some point, that feeling of home vanishes entirely. And… that’s what I fear. That nothing will ever make me feel like I’m safe again. That once you leave home, you never get it back.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing.

Call it order, call it chaos, it’s all in the brain.

Chaos is complexity viewed through a reductionist filter.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

Chaos is nothing more than beauty about to dance.

Chaos is Order Reorganizing!

Chaos, leave me never, keep me wild and keep me free so that my brokenness will be, the only beauty the world will see.

Chaos is a part of the order of reality.

CHAOS IS THE MASTER ALL MUST BOW TO IN THE END

Chaos of the mind is inevitable but control is possible.

Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.

Chaos is peaceful when you stand quietly & watch - we are eternal observers, reflecting both tiny & vast, singing infinitely within.

Chaos lifted on wings and flew.

Chaos is any order opposed to freedom.

Chords reel and the mind reels, and for all I know The minds of the Gods reel as well -- "For if the Gods have minds They must be attuned to music and to harmony. Harmony is but the pulse of Chaos And to such pulsation Even stones resound.

Clever exploiters and lucky dupes alike have been the benefactors of chaos since the dawn of man, and probably before that as well.

Chaos is not the lack of order, it is merely the absence of order, that the observer is used to.

Dead ends are where the real thinking begins.

Control seems preferable to what we typically think of as its opposite--chaos. But I want to suggest that the opposite of control is not chaos. It is trust, and trust is far preferable to control. We want to control because we fear the outcome of letting God be in control. We fear we won't be taken care of, won't have what we need, or will be taken advantage of. But trying to be in control is futile, because in reality there is very little that we can control.

Creating chaos provides excitement for some people, especially those who are uneasy with silence, those who distract themselves from their own problems by focusing outward, those who feel empty inside and need to fill themselves up with activity, and those who were raised in an environment in which harmony and peace were unknown.

Confusion: the bastard half brother of chaos. Chaos: the torture instrument of forgetting.

Creating happens in the midst of chaos.

Darkness always causes fear and chaos inside us. We are always scared of losing ourselves somewhere inside there. But some of us get so much used to it that we start feeling peaceful in there and we start spending more time in it. One weird thing about darkness is, we meet ourselves there. Who are very different from what we are. And once we start speaking with them we become addicted to that kind of conversations. We fall in love with the same thing that we tried to run away from out whole life.

Deep down, he knew. He knew the reason behind the chaos and, in the process of acknowledging it, he fell in love with the concept of chaos.

Deep down, nature is inherently peaceful, calm and beautiful. The universe as a whole is perfect. The chaos is on the surface.

democracy is a see-saw between complete chaos and tolerable confusion

design is so important because chaos is so hard

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Diversity, not uniformity, is what works.

Discord on one level is harmony on another

Disorder is inherent in stability. Civilized man doesn't understand stability. He's confused it with rigidity. Our political and economic and social leaders drool about stability constantly. It's their favorite word, next to 'power.' 'Gotta stabilize the political situation in Southeast Asia, gotta stabilize oil production and consumption, gotta stabilize student opposition to the government' and so forth. Stabilization to them means order, uniformity, control. And that's a half-witted and potentially genocidal misconception. No matter how thoroughly they control a system, disorder invariably leaks into it. Then the managers panic, rush to plug the leak and endeavor to tighten the controls. Therefore, totalitarianism grows in viciousness and scope. And the blind pity is, rigidity isn't the same as stability at all. True stability results when presumed order and presumed disorder are balanced. A truly stable system expects the unexpected, is prepared to be disrupted, waits to be transformed.

Do not allow outer chaos disturb your inner tranquility, serenity, and peace.

Do you still insist on telling the truth even though you know that it could destroy this world?

Do you really think this unease will stop me? Or this chaos inside me? It seems like you don’t know me that well after all.

Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?