Quotes About Crazy

It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

Are people who have been crazy held to unfair standards? Of course, but it's not in your best interest to complain. If you're paranoid and people are looking at you funny it's best to let it pass. Psychotic people have an uncanny knack for making their own worst dreams come true. Depressing things happen to depressed people way beyond what you would expect from random distribution.

If there is a supreme being, he's crazy.

Yep. I'm officially convinced. Crazy and brilliant are the same thing.

He hadn't said Tremaine was crazy either. He gave the impression that he was used to being pulled out of a sound sleep to humor people in the middle of a cold night... "Maybe that's why I love him," Tremaine thought, lifting an ironic brow at herself. Then she processed that thought. "I do what?

My psychiatrist told me I'm going crazy. I told him .... If you don't mind I'd like a second opinion. He said .... Alright.... you're ugly too!

Marry her? Do I look crazy?" "There ain't enough 'ruin' in this world to make me marry him.

There were pecans, there were cashews and then there was just plain nuts.

Here I was, on the cusp of my own great dream, my own impossible truth, and this gluttonous man was crowding it with his improbable vision. There wasn't enough magic in the universe for both of us. Worse, Garth's mad theory put mine in an altogether new light. Was I as crazy as his fat ass?

Por otras 217 razones exactamente igual de locas y porque eres el más hermoso poema viviente, ya sería hora de que te concediesen el Premio Nobel del amor.

Los números primos vuelven a la gente loca, pero literalmente

Delfino said: "Melvin, you got a crazy in the head. All the time you give women money. Crap, me give maybe-so one dollar is plenty. She get the same satisfy as the mans. Crazy Melvin. Anyway, everybody in Hi Lo has made love to thees woman Marie." Melvin looked kind of sad and said, "Well, hell, Delfino, Hi Lo ain't such a big town.

Desperation is the author of crazy-ass exits.

Look at Jewish history. Unrelieved lamenting would be intolerable. So for every ten Jews beating their breasts, God designated one to be crazy and amuse the breast-beaters. By the time I was five I knew I was that one.

Money could buy her slippers. Only crazy would get her a man.

I can feel the sensation (it burns) of being called crazy when you feel wounded and desperate.

I have spoken in tongues of fire. I have torn whole towns in two for love. I have courted insanity, crouching in the gap between what this moment feels like (smoldering fire fanned into the most logical flames) and how it looks to other people (the psychotic break of spontaneous combustion). I can feel the sensation of being called CRAZY when you feel WOUNDED and DESPERATE.

He said, I like girls from broken homes who are crazy about chocolate and who love the rain. I've been waiting for a girl like that for a long time.

As a former GOP establishment member, I realized that the RNC fit the definition of Einstein's theory of crazy. During the last two election cycles, The Party kept doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result and as a result, Republicans kept losing.

I understand I've made an unusual lifestyle choice. But the label 'crazy' bothers me. Annoys me. Because it prevents response. When someone asks if you're crazy, Knight lamented, you can either say yes, which makes you crazy, or you can say no, which makes you sound defensive, as if you fear that you really are crazy. There's no good answer.

Crazy people who are productive are geniuses. Crazy people who are rich are eccentric. Crazy people who are neither productive nor rich are just plain crazy. Geniuses and crazy people are both out in the middle of a deep ocean geniuses swim, crazy people drown. Most of us are sitting safely on the shore. Take a chance and get your feet wet.

Every choice closes doors ," I said, "and at some point you are left in the little room of yourself. I think most people who get to that room go crazy because they're surrounded with missed possibilities and no principle to explain or justify why they made the choices they did. I don't invite unhappiness, Aaron. Avoiding conflict may not be the noblest principle, but it works for me.

It's like whoever sits up ther in Heaven had this big bag of really crappy stuff, and once or twice a day she or he reaches in and sprinkles a little bit of it over the world and it makes everything go crazy, like fairy dust that's past its expiration date.

I didn't do it; I can just imagine doing it. Maybe that's the difference between crazy and not crazy.