#chaos

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#being yourself #chaos #learned #rejecting #you

I was always trying to find the balance between trying my best and being an incredible parent. I literally realized that it was chaos - but it was happy chaos. ↗

— Soleil Moon Frye

#balance #being #best #between #chaos

The world is a cancer eating itself away... I am think that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written. ↗

— Henry Miller

#chaos #henry-miller #music #reality #reality-of-life

What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos. ↗

— Kerry Thornley

#chaos #form #imagine #merely #order

Organized religion preaches Order and Love but spawns Chaos and Fury. Why? ↗

— Kerry Thornley

#fury #love #order #organized #organized religion

My life at the moment is a bit like my wardrobe. Organized chaos. ↗

— David Wenham

#chaos #life #like #moment #my life

If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#back #chaos #collapse #disappear #environment

You always have to wrestle with chaos. ↗

— Dar Williams

#chaos #wrestle #you

It is a mistake to consider any belief more liberated than another. It is the possibility of change which is important. Every new form of liberation is destined to eventually become another form of enslavement for most of its adherents. There is no freedom from duality on this plane of existence, but one may at least aspire to choice of duality. ↗

— Peter J. Carroll

#liberation #occult #change

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#loss #love #lovers #imagination