Quotes About Mad

The same sort of thing happened in my dispute with the National Trust book: Follies: A National Trust Guide, which implied that the only pleasure you can get from Folly architecture is by calling the architect mad, and by laughing at the architecture.

Loyalty is disagreeing strongly, and loyalty is executing faithfully. The decision is not about you or your ego; it is about gathering all the information, analyzing it, and trying to get the right answer. I still love you, so get mad and get over it.

Never had a decent report in his life!" Tony repeated, hardly able to believe the words. He was thinking, in shocked surprise, that even Tante Bettina did not know how mad the English could be.

Yes.' Cam paused. 'The Rom would say you were a man who grieved too much. You trapped your beloved's soul in the in-between.' 'Either that, or I went mad.' 'Love is a form of madness, isn't it?' Cam asked prosaically.

Hey, heads up. The hottest doctor in town just came by and coerced me into telling him where you were. I folded like a cheap suitcase. Sorry, but he's hard to say no to. Don't be mad. I owe you a cupcake.

Think of every fairy-tale villainess you've ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they've all been real.

She was also mad. Loopy as a crochet convention.

You're mad, the fallen angel said. Get me some Alka Seltzer and I'll foam at the mouth, too.

So you really could die. Your godmother is right, you know. You are mad as a hatter. Nutty as a fruitcake." "Crazy like a fox," I said.

We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

I am not much engaged by the problems of what you might call our day but I am burdened by the particular, the mad person who writes me a letter. It is no longer necessary for them even to write me. I know when someone is thinking of me. I learn to deal with this.

Unless he has his own selfish interests at heart. He wants you to get so mad at Norman that you'll fall into his arms on the rebound. Either that, or . . ." Andrea faltered and Hannah stepped in with a possible explanation. "Either that or Mike has the IQ of a small kitchen appliance.

I'll say it again lady's stop being mad at me if he has interest in me I can't control others feelings.

I hate when other people wake me up! I'm unhappy that I have to start this day being mad! But it's cool, at least the good lord woke me up.

Having an attitude and being mad at the world, is not going to make you feel better or be accepted into today's society.

Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?

I so wanted her to feel the happiness that I felt whenever we touched each other, but people are more complicated creatures than dogs. We always love them joyfully, but sometimes they're mad at us, like when I chewed the sad shoes.

Lovers of small numbers go benignly potty, Believe all tales are thirteen chapters long, Have animal doubles, carry pentagrams, Are Millerites, Baconians, Flat-Earth-Men. Lovers of big numbers go horribly mad, would have the Swiss abolished, all of us Well-purged, somatotyped, baptised, taught baseball: They empty bars, spoil parties, run for Congress.

It is a racking thing to have a plague of ideas and no chance to get rid of them on paper. I've nearly gone mad at times.

The mad desire to obliterate all! The mad desire to save all!

Every woman is a mad ugly bad old witch somewhere in her heart.

Oh -- who's the Queen? Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

When a majority of people in any society share the same array of illusions and cling passionately to them, they will encourage one another until illusion becomes delusion, until delusion becomes mass insanity. Whole societies do go mad. History is filled with chilling examples. Joe Smith knew it when he built this house.

up to your ears in whores and poetesses in Paris." "Poetesses?" Jamie was beginning to sound amused. "What makes ye think women write poetry? Or that a woman who writes poetry would be wanton?" "Well, o' course they are. Everybody kens that. The words get into their heads and drive them mad, and they