William Butler Yeats Quotes

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

It is a bizarre world. It is an upside down, inside out, quantum physics world. It is the eve of destruction in America.

There is chaos. There's bloodshed. There's carnage.

War is not neat. It's not tidy. It's a mess.

I want to cause havoc. I want to cause mayhem - and I mean the worst mayhem you can see.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

All the world does as it is supposed to, except for humans. Maybe that's why you so often want to kill each other.

All hell broke loose.

Create havoc, create destruction.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

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

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

War is the most readily available form of chaos.

I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy

The most appropriate type of daily life for me was a day-by-day world destruction; peace was the most difficult and abnormal state to live in.

The stars whirled above us and the firecrackers blazed. The moon stood watch as drops of blood fell, careless seeds that sizzled in the snow.

Everywhere I go I see increasing evidence of people swirling about in a human cesspit of their own making.

I guess I look like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited.

There is no greater evil than anarchy.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

My mind revolts and my soul cannot support the weight of so much evil: theft, rape, pillage, deaths, and murders, fires and devastation; the virgin violated, the cry of the widow and the orphan; the father armed against his son and each one looking for his brother to kill him; of those who have migrated; of the thousands who have fled; of the bodies stretched out in the public streets; of the bones which cover the fields and of so much blood shed on Venezuela’s soil.

What would happen if we withdrew? Anarchy and confusion.

The stores are already empty, as they were looted immediately…This was the first stage. As soon as it ended the second stage began: the looting of apartments…At first they used to come on the pretext of “searching for arms”…As time passed, there was no longer a need for formal pretext; they simply come and take not only gold, silver, jewelry, and precious stones, but also pillows and blankets, and often linens, clothing, furs, and even furniture ...