Quotes / Order Versus Chaos

Introduce a little anarchy... upset the established order... and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos? It's fair.

He calls himself the Master of Time! Faugh! "Gardener of Time" is more truthful! He prunes away the chronal branches deemed by others to be dangerous—-reducing reality to a bloodless meadow! But such is not the way of warriors—of men! I say let it be a forest! Let it be a jungle! Let it be something we must strive against and conquer whatever comes! Fight it! Kill it! Crush it!.
Kang the Conqueror, Avengers Forever

Haytham Kenway: The people never have the power, only the illusion of it! And here is the real secret: they don't want it. The responsibility is too great to bear. It's why they are so quick to fall in line as soon as someone else takes charge. They want to be told what to do. They yearn for it. Little wonder that, since all mankind was built to serve.
Connor Kenway: So because we are inclined by nature to be controlled, who better than the Templars? It's a poor offer.
Haytham: It is truth. People and practice are two very different beasts. I see the world the way it is, not as I wish it would be.
Connor No Father, you have simply given up, and you would have us all do the same.

The man who can keep order can rule the world.
But the man who can bear disorder is truly free.

Reaper: You represent chaos. We represent order. Every organic civilization must be harvested to bring order to the chaos. It is inevitable. Without our intervention, organics are doomed. We are your salvation.
Shepard: You're killing everyone in the galaxy to save us?!
Reaper: The cycle must continue. There is no alternative.
Mass Effect 3: "Priority Rannoch"

"I was waiting for you," said Gregory. "Might I have a moment's conversation?"
"Certainly. About what?" asked Syme in a sort of weak wonder.
Gregory struck out with his stick at the lamp-post, and then at the tree. "About this and this," he cried; "about order and anarchy. There is your precious order, that lean, iron lamp, ugly and barren; and there is anarchy, rich, living, reproducing itself—there is anarchy, splendid in green and gold."
"All the same," replied Syme patiently, "just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree."