#insanity

I should never be left alone with my mind for too long. ↗

— Libba Bray

#humor #insanity #humor

Do you think it's possible for an entire nation to be insane? ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#insanity #religion #war #humor

Whenever I think of something but can't think of what it was I was thinking of, I can't stop thinking until I think I'm thinking of it again. I think I think too much. ↗

— Criss Jami

#challenge #clever #cognition #cognitive #cognitive-psychology

Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#insanity #enemy

For, what is order without common sense, but Bedlam’s front parlor? What is imagination without common sense, but the aspiration to out-dandy Beau Brummell with nothing but a bit of faded muslin and a limp cravat? What is Creation without common sense, but a scandalous thing without form or function, like a matron with half a dozen unattached daughters? And God looked upon the Creation in all its delightful multiplicity, and saw that, all in all, it was quite Amiable. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#aspiration #common-sense #creation #deity #divinity

When you aim high and you want to create a difference, all you need is a SPARK from your heart. ↗

— Vishal Bhojwani

#cool #insanity #inspirational #inspirational

If only everyone could know and live with their inner craziness. Would the world be a worse place for it? No, people would be fairer and happier. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#insanity #intellectual #self-help #freedom

Daca schizofrenia este universala, atunci marele artist este cu adevarat cel care sparge zidul schizofrenic, ajungand in patria necunoscuta, acolo unde el nu mai apartine niciunei epoci, niciunui mediu, niciunei scoli. ↗

— Gilles Deleuze Felix Guattari

#creativity #genius #insanity #originality #schizophrenia

If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#insane #insanity #dreams

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #horror #insanity #loneliness #madness