“We grow in direct proportion to the amount of chaos we can sustain and dissipate”
Ilya Prigogine (1917–2003) physical chemist
Source: Order Out of Chaos: Man's New Dialogue with Nature
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 294.
“We grow in direct proportion to the amount of chaos we can sustain and dissipate”
Ilya Prigogine (1917–2003) physical chemist
Source: Order Out of Chaos: Man's New Dialogue with Nature
“We don´t have a desperate need to grow. We have a desperate desire to grow.”
Milton Friedman (1912–2006) American economist, statistician, and writer
John Angell James (1785–1859) British abolitionist
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 366.
Theodore L. Cuyler (1822–1909) American minister
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 592.
Winston S. Churchill book The Second World War
The Second World War (1939–1945)
Source: Broadcast (21 March 1943), quoted in The Times (22 March 1943), p. 6
Dejan Stojanovic (1959) poet, writer, and businessman
Big Dreams http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-dreams-2/ <br class="br">From the poems written in English
Victor Hugo (1802–1885) French poet, novelist, and dramatist
Letter To M. Daelli on Les Misérables (1862)
Context: This book, Les Misérables, is no less your mirror than ours. Certain men, certain castes, rise in revolt against this book, — I understand that. Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use. As for myself, I have written for all, with a profound love for my own country, but without being engrossed by France more than by any other nation. In proportion as I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.
Madeleine L'Engle (1918–2007) American writer
The Crosswicks Journal, The Irrational Season (1977)
Context: No long-term marriage is made easily, and there have been times when I've been so angry or so hurt that I thought my love would never recover. And then, in the midst of near despair, something has happened beneath the surface. A bright little flashing fish of hope has flicked silver fins and the water is bright and suddenly I am returned to a state of love again — till next time. I've learned that there will always be a next time, and that I will submerge in darkness and misery, but that I won't stay submerged. And each time something has been learned under the waters; something has been gained; and a new kind of love has grown. The best I can ask for is that this love, which has been built on countless failures, will continue to grow. I can say no more than that this is mystery, and gift, and that somehow or other, through grace, our failures can be redeemed and blessed.