Quotes About Sanity

Ho pensato che una civiltà che era impazzita al punto di aver bisogno di includere in un pacchetto di stuzzicadenti una serie di dettagliate istruzioni per l'uso non era più una civiltà in cui potessi vivere restando sano di mente.

I think I'm not going mad. I think I'm still sane, hanging on to that last shred of clarity before the wrecking ball inside me smashes it all to hell.

Negative? Moi? I think realistic might be a better word. You mean to tell me we can drive all the way here from L.A. and see maybe ten thousand square miles of shopping malls, and you don't have maybe just the weentsiest inkling that something, somewhere has gone very very cuckoo?

Some things transcend even lunacy.

And as Coldmoon closed the door behind him, he could still hear the faint sound of Pendergast's laughter—dulcet, melodious, yet infinitely sad—as he maintained his sanity by skipping from one tiny sliver of time to another, between the beat of a hummingbird's wings.

A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves

Sanity is the one unbelievable bore. One must be mad, slightly twisted - then one sees life from a new and entrancing angle.

That is what I mean. A bath! The receptacle of porcelain, one turns the taps and fills it, one gets in, one gets out and ghoosh - ghoosh - ghoosh, the water goes down the waste pipe!" "M. Poirot are you quite mad?" "No, I am extremely sane.

I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there.

Eh bien, then, you are crazy, or appear crazy or you think you are crazy, and possibly you may be crazy.

there is nothing more amazing than the extraordinary sanity of the insane! Unless it is the extraordinary eccentricity of the sane!

A madman is as logical and reasoned in his actions as a sane man—given his peculiar biased point of view.

what is madness? I can assure you that the more we study the subject, the more difficult we find it to pronounce. We all practise a certain amount of self-deception, and when we carry it so far as to believe we are the Czar of Russia, we are shut up or restrained. But there is a long road before we reach that point. At what particular spot on it shall we erect a post and say, 'On this side sanity, on the other madness?

The extraordinary sanity of the insane is a most interesting subject.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

I was not talking to a sane man in those phone calls. There was a disconnect and an egotism that was at times breathtaking: His insistence that I must have known I was not his son all along. His question "Did you not notice we never bonded?" And worst of all, the utter absence of an apology or any hint that he understood what he had put me through when I eventually was the one to break the truth to him. All these things regularly float through my mind and convince me of his madness.

It was the Cheshire Cat who had said to Alice, "I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

You've found a way to stay sane, Renfew--even if that means admitting a tiny piece of piano-playing madness into your world. But there's a cost to that sanity, and it isn't moi . the cost is you can't ever allow yourself an instant of hope, because hope is something that will always be crushed, crushed utterly, and in the crushing of hope you will be weakened forever, just as surely as if you'd mainlined some slow-acting poison." ~"Understanding Space & Time

TV is really, really, really hard work. You sacrifice a lot of your personal life, a lot of your sanity, just to do one show.

I like fruit baskets because it gives you the ability to mail someone a piece of fruit without appearing insane. Like, if someone just mailed you an apple you'd be like, 'huh? What the hell is this?' But if it's in a fruit basket you're like, 'this is nice!'

I just want to be a sane person. I wanna be a person who has a life and who acts.

Crazy people only lose their cunning last, if they ever lose it.

You're mental. I always knew you were.

A girl can dream, can realize, high on heroines, that she is mortal and therefore fearless; that sanity supplies the ground bass to the wildest singing; that breezes made visible make the finest winds.