She was a large, disordered woman, like a child's drawing that didn't stay within the lines.
We all live in a tragicomic situation, a life that is in part absurd simply because it is not of our own making. We are born into a disordered world, into a family we did not choose, into circumstances we would have had somewhat improved, and we are even called by a name we did not select. (40)
A disordered currency is one of the greatest political evils.
The progress of the human race in understanding the universe has established a small corner of order in an increasingly disordered universe.
Most women in our culture, then, are disordered when it comes to issues of self-worth, self-entitlement, self-nourishment, and comfort with their own bodies; eating disorders, far from being 'bizarre' and anomalous, are utterly continuous with a dominant element of the experience of being female in this culture.
You can't build politics on love. People aren't concerned with love; it's too disordered. They prefer despotism. Too much freedom breeds chaos.
Hurry is not just a disordered schedule. Hurry is a disordered heart.
The punishment of every disordered mind is its own disorder.
The creative person prefers the richness of the disordered to the stark barrenness of the simple.
The generality have considered that disease is but a confused and disordered effort in Nature, thrown down from her proper state, and defending herself in vain.
It is one of the vexatious mortifications of a studious man to have his thoughts disordered by a tedious visit.
Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.
My starting point is the fundamental initial fact that each one of us is perforce linked by all the material organic and psychic strands of his being to all that surrounds him. . . . If we look far enough back in the depths of time, the disordered anthill of living beings suddenly, for an informed observer, arranges itself in long files that make their way by various paths towards greater consciousness.
It is in the comprehension of the physically disabled, or disordered. . . that we are behind our age. . . . sympathy as a fine art is backward in the growth of progress.
