Quotes about mess

There is a fascinating chaos to life but there is always a message in the mess... always.

Open your eyes. This horrible mess is your life. There is no sense in waiting for it to get better. Stop putting it off and live it.

For everything there is a reason. Just go and search it in the big mess!

I bet that guy was as obsessed with Sarah as I am with this other girl, and I bet he promised himself never to hurt her, just like I've been doin' - and look what he's done to her. He's left her a crumpled mess, lyin' on her bed all the time.

Like a sneeze, sin feels good at first, but it leaves a huge mess.

Maybe her husband was right: maybe change didn't necessarily mean disaster. Maybe the mess of life was the very thing she was supposed to enjoy instead of always fighting it, trying to impose order. The universe was trying to tell her something - was it, perhaps, to let go?

Humans are pretty complicated,” I said. “No, Boy. Rain-forest ecosystems are complicated. Humans are just a mess.

Sometimes while waiting for God's promises to come to pass, we messed up things and go into so many troubles, but God’s mercy has never failed in bringing us out of them all.

Was it possible to find recompense, meaning, connection with others amidst the mess and the muddle ?

When you are DOWN for satan, you'll be LOADED with sin... and you'll DOWNLOAD failure! You and I can't be part of that mess!

Those who broadcast your messy failures are the same people who will telecast your mass fortunes. But this can only happen when you accept your responsibility to turn your life around!

It's easy to make a mess when you're not the one who has to clean it up.

Don't worry. You'll find your message in your mess.

The front room of his house was what I called 'untidy chic'. Prefects weren't subject to the same Rules on room tidiness, but since no one really enjoyed clutter, a certain style of ordered untidiness was generally considered de couleur for a prefect's room.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

Broken?" I laughed. "Nah, princess. I'm a shattered fucking mess.

I was just cleaning up my own mess, Baz. Like, no one would call you a hero for cleaning up your own vomit.

She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.

I'm a beautiful mess of contradiction,A chaotic display of imperfection.

I’d do it all over again, knowing that you were going to be there at the end. I’d walk through the sadness and the loneliness all over again for you.

What else can you tell me?” Dad stares at me. “What have you learned while you were awake?”I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he’ll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn’t determine whether you get it or not, that “no” might not be enough, that life isn’t f

The small launch bay was littered with debris. A powerful breeze tore at his black silk shirt as Kilroy made his way across it to the waiting shuttle, evoking a feeling like the fingers of fate were caressing his body. “The Hammer” stepped over the body of one of his fallen crew without a trace of care or concern. The air was rushing past him, like a wind, out into space through the wounds in the side of his ship. Fatigued and desperate, the Hammer was running out of options. His ship was a mess

sometimes you need to make a mess.

I'm a mess right now I can't eat can't sleepBills are piling high ain't worked in three weeksAin't bathed can't shave cause my heart is so tender like living in a blenderI'm shaken and I'm stirred

In 1966, NASA took over in space, and it has been a bureaucratic mess ever since.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.

What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn't be a bigger mess."He tries to kiss me, but I pull back- "And you like that?""I love it." He says"Why?""Because we match.

My life before him was so simple and decided, now after him...It's just...After.

Eric understands that the world is rarely the way it is supposed to be. And he knows that, given the chance, we don't have to wait for someone to make messes of our lives. We do a good enough job, ourselves.

Many a mess, but greater the grace of mercy.

He longed for cleanliness and tidiness: it was hard to find peace in the middle of disorder.

Her mind is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

An exceptional future can only be built on the transformation of the mess I’ve made out of my past, not the elimination of that mess.

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

The food in the hostel mess is worst of a kind. The grief in my words reach easily to those who have "been there and done that" Chapatti in the meal is either so uncooked or overly cooked and you can only expect dal in the ocean of water when you are ready to swim.

The opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. Certainty is missing the point entirely. Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns. Faith also means reaching deeply within, for the sense one was born with, the sense, for example, to go for a walk.

… mess is the material from which life and creativity are built …

I like working among ‘creative clutter’. It gives me a sense of activity and achievement.

You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

The girls said she was too cynical about love, but how could you not be? On the surface, relations between men and women were all soft kisses and white gowns and hand-holding. But underneath they were a scary, complicated, ugly mess, just waiting to rise to the surface.

The bigger the mess, the greater the progress.

An exceptional future can only be built on the transformation of the mess I’ve made, not the elimination of it.

Dream big!But not so big that it becomes a mess, and you may never reach reality.

There was something unmistakably exultant about the mess that Rosa had made. Her bedroom-studio was at once the canvas, journal, museum, and midden of her life. She did not “decorate” it; she infused it.

These times are hard, but I won't walk away jaded, darker, different. I feel. I cry to heal. If you saw me in those moments, maybe you'd think I was a mess. But I don't call it a mess. I call it strength.Real strength isn't about building walls. Real strength is about staying open, no matter what. It's about taking life—with all the pleasures that fade and all the pain that sticks around for too long—and not shutting down, not closing down, not building up those walls.Resilience isn't hard, impe