Crazy Quotes


Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.

Crazy    Men    Stupid    Truth    Women

Being crazy isn't enough.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

Don't gobblefunk around with words.

The BFG

Roald Dahl

The BFG
Crazy    Funny    Words

The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

Hell's Angels

Hunter S. Thompson

Hell's Angels

Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.

She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that's why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.

I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.

Born to die    Crazy    Dark fantasy    Elizabeth woolridge grant    Experience    Experiences    Fantasies    Fantasy    Free    Life    Lyrics    Me    Music    Pop    Ride    Single    Song    Who    You    Yourself

Sane is boring.

And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.

City of Fallen Angels

Cassandra Clare

City of Fallen Angels
City of fallen angels    Crazy    Eric    Funny    Humor    Love    Teen    Teenage love

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.

Girl, Interrupted

Susanna Kaysen

7 things negative people will do to you. They will...
1. Demean your value;
2. Destroy your image
3. Drive you crazily!
4. Dispose your dreams!
5. Discredit your imagination!
6. Deframe your abilities and
7. Disbelieve your opinions!
Stay away from negative people!

Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.

VALIS

Philip K. Dick

VALIS

Looks like what drives me crazy
Don't have no effect on you--
But I'm gonna keep on at it
Till it drives you crazy, too.

Selected Poems

Langston Hughes The Panther and the Lash

Selected Poems
Craziness    Crazy    Evil    Poetry

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

Crazy    Feel    Loss    Pain    Rejection    Sad

You’re mad, I said. You know what he can do. No prize is worth that.
Sturmhond grinned. That remains to be seen.
The Darkling will hunt you for the rest of your days.
Then you and I will have something in common, won’t we? Besides, I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.
Mal crossed his arms and considered the privateer. I can’t decide if you’re crazy or stupid.
I have so many good qualities, Sturmhond said. It can be hard to choose.

Siege and Storm

Leigh Bardugo

Siege and Storm

and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks.

Crazy    Ford    Insanity    Lemons

Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health.
However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?"
Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.

Dalí's Mustache

Salvador Dalí

Dalí's Mustache
Crazy    Dalí    Humor    Mustache

The thing about people who are truly and malignantly crazy: their real genius is for making the people around them think they
themselves
are crazy. In military science this is called Psy-Ops, for your info.

Infinite Jest

David Foster Wallace

Infinite Jest

Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is designated as crazy and goes inside. Then, depending on how the rest of the family is feeling that person is kept inside or snatched out, to prove something about the family's mental health.

The thing about people who are truly and malignantly crazy: their real genius is for making the people around them think they themselves are crazy. In military science this is called Psy-Ops, for your info.

Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.

I didn't realize there was a ranking." I said. "Sadie frowned. "What do you mean?" "A ranking," I said. "You know, what's crazier than what." "Oh, sure there is," Sadie said. She sat back in her chair. "First you have your generic depressives. They're a dime a dozen and usually pretty boring. Then you've got the bulimics and the anorexics. They're slightly more interesting, although usually they're just girls with nothing better to do. Then you start getting into the good stuff: the arsonists, the schizophrenics, the manic-depressives. You can never quite tell what those will do. And then you've got the junkies. They're completely tragic, because chances are they're just going to go right back on the stuff when they're out of here." "So junkies are at the top of the crazy chain," I said. Sadie shook her head. "Uh-uh," she said. "Suicides are." I looked at her. "Why?" "Anyone can be crazy," she answered. "That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?

Anorexia    Arsonist    Arsonists    Bulimia    Crazy    Depressed    Depressives    Drug    Druggie    Drugs    Funny    Humor    Junkie    Junkies    Manic depression    Schizophrenia    Schizophrenics    Suicide

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

Anxiety    Crazy    Excitement    Fireworks    Hyper    Life    Wild

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.


Alibi    Crazy    Desire    Funny    Humor    Husband    Insane    Justification    Justify    Love    Murder    Necessity    Need    Relationships    Time    Want    Wife    Woman    Women    Word junkies    Yearn

In order to escape accountability for his crimes, the perpetrator does everything in his power to promote forgetting. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure no one listens.

If you can't get what you want, you end up doing something else, just to get some relief. Just to keep from going crazy. Because when you're sad enough, you look for ways to fill you up.

Sky Bridge

Laura Pritchett

Sky Bridge

Where to look if you've lost your mind?

The Fixer

Bernard Malamud

The Fixer
Crazy    Insanity    Mind    Sanity

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

At Grave's End

Jeaniene Frost

At Grave's End
Crazy    Jealousy    Love

To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.

Clever    Courage    Courageous    Crazy    Death    Definition    Hero    Heroes    Heroic    Heroism    Inspirational    Life    Living    Living life to the fullest    Motivational    Soldier    Stand    Stand out    Success    Warrior    Winning

Anyone who lives in her own world is crazy. Like schizophrenics, psychopaths, maniacs. I mean people who are different from others.'
Like you?'
On the other hand,' Zedka continued, pretending not to have heard the remark, 'you have Einstein, saying that there was no time or space, just a combination of the two. Or Columbus, insisting that on the other side of the world lay not an abyss but a continent. Or Edmund Hillary, convinced that a man could reach the top of Everest. Or the Beatles, who created an entirely different sort of music and dressed like people from another time. Those people--and thousands of others--all lived in their own world.

Betrayal is too kind a word to describe a situation in which a father says he loves his daughter but claims he must teach her about the horrors of the world in order to make her a stronger person; a situation in which he watches or participates in rituals that make her feel like she is going to die. She experiences pain that is so intense that she cannot think; her head spins so fast she can't remember who she is or how she got there.
All she knows is pain. All she feels is desperation. She tries to cry out for help, but soon learns that no one will listen. No matter how loud she cries, she can't stop or change what is happening. No matter what she does, the pain will not stop. Her father orders her to be tortured and tells her it is for her own good. He tells her that she needs the discipline, or that she has asked for it by her misbehavior. Betrayal is too simple a word to describe the overwhelming pain, the overwhelming loneliness and isolation this child experiences.
As if the abuse during the rituals were not enough, this child experiences similar abuse at home on a daily basis. When she tries to talk about her pain, she is told that she must be crazy. "Nothing bad has happened to you;' her family tells her Each day she begins to feel more and more like she doesn't know what is real. She stops trusting her own feelings because no one else acknowledges them or hears her agony. Soon the pain becomes too great. She learns not to feel at all. This strong, lonely, desperate child learns to give up the senses that make all people feel alive. She begins to feel dead.
She wishes she were dead. For her there is no way out. She soon learns there is no hope.
As she grows older she gets stronger. She learns to do what she is told with the utmost compliance. She forgets everything she has ever wanted. The pain still lurks, but it's easier to pretend it's not there than to acknowledge the horrors she has buried in the deepest parts of her mind. Her relationships are overwhelmed by the power of her emotions. She reaches out for help, but never seems to find what she is looking for The pain gets worse. The loneliness sets in. When the feelings return, she is overcome with panic, pain, and desperation.
She is convinced she is going to die. Yet, when she looks around her she sees nothing that should make her feel so bad. Deep inside she knows something is very, very wrong, but she doesn't remember anything. She thinks, "Maybe I am crazy.

Abuse    Betrayal    Child abuse    Child sexual abuse    Control    Crazy    Denial    Desparation    Horror    Hurt    Insane    Loneliness    Manipulation    Pain    Pretend    Ritual abuse    Rituals

I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.

Apocalypse    Apocalyptic    Brain    Brains    Craziness    Crazy    Creatures    Happiness    Happy    Head    Human    Human nature    Humanity    Humans    Innocence    Innocent    Integrating    Integration    Kind    Kindness    Like    Little nibble    Live    Living    Living life    Mean    Mean people    Mental health    Mental illness    Nasty    Nasty people    Nibble    Nibbling    People    Post apocalyptic    Reality    Realization    Realize    World    Yourself    Zombie    Zombie apocalypse    Zombies    Zompoc

Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.

But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.

Compared to bipolar's magic, reality seems a raw deal. It's not just the boredom that makes recovery so difficult, it's the slow dawning pain that comes with sanity - the realization of illnesss, the humiliating scenes, the blown money and friendships and confidence. Depression seems almost inevitable. The pendulum swings back from transcendence in shards, a bloody, dangerous mess. Crazy high is better than crazy low. So we gamble, dump the pills, and stick it to the control freaks and doctors. They don't understand, we say. They just don't get it. They'll never be artists.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?"
- Daenerys Targaryen

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

A Game of Thrones
Crazy    Madness    Wisdom

A truly happy woman drives some men and almost every other woman absolutely crazy

A Prayer for Owen Meany

John Irving (Author)

A Prayer for Owen Meany
Crazy    Happiness    Woman    Women

When the whole world is crazy, it doesn't pay to be sane.

Crazy    Sanity    Society    World

There's a good kind of crazy, Kaylee," he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. "It's the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the coward's way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole."
Tod leaned closer, staring into my eyes so intently I was sure he could see everything I was thinking, but too afraid to say. "I've seen you fight, Kaylee. I've seen you step into that darkness for someone else, then claw your way out, bruised, but still standing. You're that kind of crazy, and I live in that darkness. Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level.

But you are crazy.
I know. She lifted a small box from the basket. Do you know how I know?
Scarlet didn't answer.
Because the palace walls have been bleeding for years, and no one else sees it. She shrugged, as if this were a perfectly normal thing to say. No one believes me, but in some corridors, the blood has gotten so thick there's nowhere safe to step. When I have to pass through those places, I leave a trail of bloody footprints for the rest of the day, and then I worry that the queen's soldiers will follow the scent and eat me up while I'm sleeping. Some nights I don't sleep very well. Her voice dropped to a haunted whisper, her eyes taking on a brittle luminescence. But if the blood was real, the servants would clean it up. Don't you think?

Cress

Marissa Meyer

Cress

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

Going Bovine

Libba Bray

Going Bovine
Crazy    Death    Life    Madness

The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.

Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks;
One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.
Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;
One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.
Five little crazy kids on a cellar door;
One went all schizo and then there were four.
Four little crazy kids going out to sea;
One wouldn't say a word and then there were three.
Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo;
One jerked himself too much and then there were two.
Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun;
One a took a bunch of pills and then there was one.
One little crazy kid left all alone;
He went and slit his wrists, and then there were none.

Suicide Notes

Michael Thomas Ford

Suicide Notes
Burn    Crazy    Drown    Jerking    Kids    Notes    Pills    Schizo    Silence    Slitting    Suicide    Suicide notes    Tattoo

I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho.
In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. What’s the tenth thing? I asked his shirtfront.
He paused, considering it. Never mind, he grumbled. That one would make me sound like a psycho, too.

Smooth Talking Stranger

Lisa Kleypas - El diablo no invierno

Smooth Talking Stranger

Did I ever tell you about the man
who taught his asshole to talk?
His whole abdomen would move up and down,
you dig, farting out the words.

It was unlike anything I ever heard.

Bubbly, thick, stagnant sound.

A sound you could smell.

This man worked for the carnival,you dig?

And to start with it was
like a novelty ventriloquist act.

After a while,
the ass started talking on its own.

He would go in
without anything prepared...

and his ass would ad-lib
and toss the gags back at him every time.

Then it developed sort of teethlike...

little raspy incurving hooks
and started eating.

He thought this was cute at first
and built an act around it...

but the asshole would eat its way through
his pants and start talking on the street...

shouting out it wanted equal rights.

It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags.
Nobody loved it.

And it wanted to be kissed,
same as any other mouth.

Finally, it talked all the time,
day and night.

You could hear him for blocks,
screaming at it to shut up...

beating at it with his fists...

and sticking candles up it, but...

nothing did any good,
and the asshole said to him...

"It is you who will shut up
in the end, not me...

"because we don't need you
around here anymore.

I can talk and eat and shit."

After that, he began waking up
in the morning with transparentjelly...

like a tadpole's tail
all over his mouth.

He would tear it off his mouth
and the pieces would stick to his hands...

like burning gasoline jelly
and grow there.

So, finally, his mouth sealed over...

and the whole head...

would have amputated spontaneously
except for the eyes, you dig?

That's the one thing
that the asshole couldn't do was see.

It needed the eyes.

Nerve connections were blocked...

and infiltrated and atrophied.

So, the brain couldn't
give orders anymore.

It was trapped inside the skull...

sealed off.

For a while, you could see...

the silent, helpless suffering
of the brain behind the eyes.

And then finally
the brain must have died...

because the eyes went out...

and there was no more feeling in them
than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.

Naked Lunch

William S. Burroughs

Naked Lunch

Some stories have to be written because no one would believe the absurdity of it all.

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