Order is what exists before you start arranging things.

Only a mind free of impediment is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the world. This is our greatest asset.

Give me until the end of the year and I will be able to control the chaos in Gaza, … Now that the Israeli pullout is completed, we will be able to better deal with...

Chaos is complexity viewed through a reductionist filter.

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...

And Sadie…thereis a purpose. You taught us that. We choose to believe in Ma’at. We create order out of chaos, beauty and meaning out of ugly randomness. That’s what Egypt is all about. That’s why...

Here’s to those who love the quiet, but thrive in chaos.

chaos, looting, rape and drug trafficking which has flourished under the American occupation before they carried out these elections, which are nothing but a farce.

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

Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.

Everyone needs a place to be honest.

…the state of perfection is an elusive goal; demanding something so obscure as almost unattainable and can become a compulsive, crazy making squirrel-on-a-wheel way of living.

Chaos… by its very definition cannot be controlled. Once introduced, all order and intention is rendered useless. The outcome of chaos can never be predicted. The only certainty it brings… is the devastation it leaves...

IN THE MIND’S EYE, a fractal is a way of seeing infinity.

There are those who are legitimately corrupt, who cannot admit that legitimacy allows them to corrupt legitimacy, and to legitimately corrupt others.

That’s the thing about the collapse of civilization, Blake. It never happens according to plan – there’s no slavering horde of zombies. No actinic flash of thermonuclear war. No Earth-shuddering asteroid. The end comes in...

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

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

We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But for all our wit and work, that desperation for control also prevents the...

It partook … of eternity … there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced at the window with its ripple of reflected lights)...

Some people know of no other way to interface with others except through their created chaos.

We are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise are we the children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing...

That’s what they tell you noise is, random energy, chaotic energy . . . It’s the stuff that’s not data, that’s not information, that’s not REAL. A thing that’s what it’s NOT and not what...

REAL people do not have to lie, exaggerate, or brag for they are self-contained in self-understanding and acceptance of themselves. REAL people can make a mistake knowing that even when they do, it is only...

In plain words, Chaos was the law of nature Order was the dream of man.

What I couldn’t bring myself to hate was the energy. I reveled in the way it ebbed and flowed as people connected over something and the way the multiplication of people intensified it around us....

All the most powerful emotions come from chaos -fear,anger,love- especially love. Love is chaos itself. Think about it! Love makes no sense. It shakes you up and spins you around. And then, eventually , it...

When it comes to Couture Chaos, this Tacky Terror should take a bow – looks like an over-the-hill Lolita.

The chaos that existed is over,

[A few streets away a grave-looking Saddam warns:] Don’t double-park, you could cause chaos! … I’m concerned for your life.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

Parts of you are phobic of anger and generally terrified and ashamed of angry dissociative parts. There is often tremendous conflict between anger-avoidant and anger-fixated parts of an individual. Thus, an internal and perpetual cycle...

Manipulation, fueled with good intent, can be a blessing. But when used wickedly, it is the beginning of a magician’s karmic calamity.

The telescope destroyed the firmament, did away with the heaven of the New Testament, rendered the ascension of our Lord and the assumption of his Mother infinitely absurd, crumbled to chaos the gates and palaces...

like puppets we are dancing on this world stage beneath the floating sky and I hear no music but chaos!

We are punctual, a stressed, marked characteristic. We need order around us, in the house, in the life, although we live by irresistible impulses, as if the order in the closets, in our papers, in...

It was completely devastated. There was total chaos.

Our parents were our first gods. If parents are loving, nurturing, and kind, this becomes the child’s definition of the creator. If parents were controlling, angry, and manipulative, then this becomes their definition.

Children naturally believe without question and absorb knowledge at an incredible rate; since there is no other frame of reference; they believe their parental reality, true or false.

Either we are adrift in chaos or we are individuals, created, loved, upheld and placed purposefully, exactly where we are. Can you believe that? Can you trust God for that?

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

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.

There must be balance. Action and reaction. Chaos and order. Death and life.

I think frankly when it comes to chaos you ain’t seen nothing yet.

Whereas life separates meaning from emotion, art unites them. Story is an instrument by which you create such epiphanies at will, the phenomenon known as aesthetic emotion…Life on its own, without art to shape it,...

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

I mean every word of my divine chaos.

I wonder if being sane means disregarding the chaos that is life, pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality.