Quotes About Mad

Considered mad by all who had known the rich young man, he was everywhere reviled as a scandal and treated with contempt as a son who had brought shame upon his father's house.

Southern women like their men religious and a little mad.

The reeds stood tall and dead: I had the oddest feeling they wanted me gone. The light was failing. I caught a swampy smell of decay. Behind me something rustled and I saw the reeds part for some unseen creature. I thought: No wonder Maud's mad. All her life in a place like this?

I have found that most serial killers suffer from personality disorders rather than mental diseases. People with personality disorders have rigid personality structures and often have difficulties with interpersonal relationships, but they are not mad. On the other hand, people suffering from mental diseases may lose contact with reality, hallucinate and deteriorate in their general functioning.

at the height of the Romantic period, an artist who was not more than a little savage and mad would not have been taken very seriously, because these qualities were de rigueur for creative souls.

Now a Bully can seem like a MONSTER or Just a Mad Kid with nothing to do. For reasons unknown, they are angry and they seem to like picking on YOU!

But the fact remains that Paul had, to this point, made a career out of telling people things he knew they would find either mad or blasphemous or both. He had grown used to it. This was what he did.

But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

Mother, of course, takes a lot of exercise, walks and so on. And every morning she puts on a pair of black silk drawers and a sweater and makes indelicate gestures on the lawn. That's called Building the Body Beautiful. She's mad about it.

It was a dance. Or would be, if the composer and the musicians were all mad, and the ballroom was a sodden grave.

Haw Par Villa is the nutty exception. It's mad, slightly unhinged and overwhelmingly rubbish. Without a doubt, Haw Par Villa is the Louis Tussaus House of Wax of Singapore. There is no higher compliment (...) For it's own sake, Haw Par Villa still had to be terrible, macabre, distasteful and offensive.

The mirror showed a face with wild eyes and skinned-back lips, the face of a fox gone mad.

For the first time Saya understood how people can grow accustomed to war. Intensified by the stark contrast between life and death, fleeting moments of joy such as these could make one almost mad with happiness.

alla my niggah temper came outta control & i wdnt dance wit nobody & i talked English loud & i love you more than i waz mad

How mad is a wet hen? In researching this, we contacted one of the nation's leading egg producers and explained the reason for calling. We said that we wanted to know how mad a wet hen becomes. The representative there said that he would call us back. After 30 minutes, the phone rang and it was the Hubbard Farms employee. He triumphantly announced that hens do not like to get wet. "They sort of flick their feathers," he said.

Obsession is, in any case, the premonition of the existence of an individual language, an irreproducible language through the attentive use of which we will be able to uncover the truth. We must follow this premonition into regions that to others might seem absurd and mad. I don't know why this language of truth sounds angelic to some, while to others it changes into mathematical signs or notations. But there are also those to whose whim it speaks in a very strange way.

Love your enemies. It makes them so damned mad.

He was also bug-nuts.

Even if he's quite mad north-northwest. At least the wind is usually southerly.

Out of class, Elxa Dal was charming, soft-spoken, and even a little ridiculous when the mood was on him. But when he taught, his personality strode back and forth between mad prophet and galley-slave drummer.

I felt like Alice with the Mad Hatter, negotiating jokes without punch lines, and having to retrace my steps on the chessboard floor back to the logic of my own peculiar universe.

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king.