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Read that!” commanded madame dramatically, and handed her a crumpled sheet of paper. It contained a brief message in Juliana’s sprawling characters: “My dear Tante, pray do not be in a taking, but I have gone with Vidal. I have No Time to write more, for I am in Desperate Haste. Juliana.” “But—but it is not possible!” stammered Léonie, growing quite pale

She loved me deeply, madly and passionately. She knew no other way!

She'll be fine," Alex says dismissively, as though I shouldn't worry about it—as though it's none of my concern. I have the sudden urge to kick him in the back of his head. He is kneeling in front of Lena, dabbing antibacterial cream on her leg. I'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to treat and touch and tend to. She was mine before she was yours: The words are there, unexpectedly, surging from my throat to my tongue. I swallow them back.

She must have been tired, because instead of jamming the whip down Monique’s throat, she stood up and, in a very even tone, said, “If you think you’ve seen me mad before, imagine what I could do to you when I’ve just lost everything.

Someone engulfed by fury cannot think rationally.

So, in what ways are you mad?

The crime-world is for mad genius people.

Sometimes a sad man can talk the sadness right out through his mouth. Sometimes a killin' man can talk the murder right out of his mouth an' not to no murder. You done right. Don't you kill nobody if you can help it.

So you're saying, we've got a, a shoggoth gap?

Statistics say that a range of mental disorders affects more than one in four Americans in any given year. That means millions of Americans are totally batshit. but having perused the various tests available that they use to determine whether you're manic depressive. OCD, schizo-affective, schizophrenic, or whatever, I'm surprised the number is that low. So I have gone through a bunch of the available tests, and I've taken questions from each of them, and assembled my own psychological evaluation screening which I thought I'd share with you. So, here are some of the things that they ask to determine if you're mentally disordered 1. In the last week, have you been feeling irritable? 2. In the last week, have you gained a little weight? 3. In the last week, have you felt like not talking to people? 4. Do you no longer get as much pleasure doing certain things as you used to? 5. In the last week, have you felt fatigued? 6. Do you think about sex a lot? If you don't say yes to any of these questions either you're lying, or you don't speak English, or you're illiterate, in which case, I have the distinct impression that I may have lost you a few chapters ago.

The boundary between being an exile and being mad seemed to be a fine one... losing one’s rightful place in the world could mean losing one’s mind.

The Deftmenes are mad and the Dumii are sane, thought Snibril, and that's just the same as being mad except that it's quieter.

surround yourself in a pool of misery and you too shall drown in it - (G Swiss)

The forefront is not the arena of winners, stay where you are, wherever you are, when its your time, you'll speed off like a psycopath.

The mad have a grace all their own".

The mad scientist has gone crazy for a reason, and that reason typically lies in biologically toxic environmental exposures.

The mad were put in asylums, but the sane are worse off in their offices.

The only trouble was that the scripture master, Mr. Ebenzar, was a fanatic.

The one thing you don't do is screw with me, or I'll make your life a living hell; and trust me I'll make sure you burn!

The point is- who is mad and who isn't?

This is a dynamic particular to encounters with male drivers, who seem to grow all the more indignant the more completely they are in the wrong. I think the emotional reasoning, if you can call it that, is transitive: You make me feel bad; feeling mad makes me mad; ergo, you make me mad.

The tension has worn us out. It is a deadly tension that feels as if a jagged knife blade is being scraped along the spine. Our legs won't function, our hands are trembling and our bodies are like thin membranes stretched over barely repressed madness, holding in what would otherwise be an unrestrained outburst of endless scream.s. We have no flesh, no muscle now

The World is enough brutal don't make it mad and crazy more, so far I think that the adrenaline is on it's own full capacity.

They certified that I was sane; but I know that I am mad." This confession gives us the key to what is most important and significant in Tolstoy's hidden life.

This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think, will have MAD stamped across it.

There is a pleasure sure In being mad, which none but madmen know. Dryden, The Spanish Friar II, i

They are all paranoid." Apparently, this voice does not see itself in the "all" of dementia.

This is the story of a girl gone mad while trying to find a little bit of love.

We live in a society where crazy is the new normal.

To evade insanity and depression, we unconsciously limit the number of people toward whom we are sincerely sympathetic.

Until you go and grow ‎MAD‬ with and in your true passion and purpose, you cannot enter the realm of meteority which is enemical to mediocrity.

Weird how I can feel so frail and tiny sometimes, and other times so brave and bold and reckless and free, and . . . Does everybody feel the same? When people get grown-up, do they always feel grown-up and sensible and sorted out and . . . And do I want to feel grown-up? Do I want to stop feeling . . . paradoxical, nonsensical? Do I want to stop being crackers? Do I want to be destrangified? O yes, sometimes I want nothing more - but it only lasts a moment, then O I want to be the strangest and crakerest of everybody.

Wait!" said Erbrechen, suddenly feeling jovial. "I change my mind. Never shite again. Ever. Anywhere." It was a small thing, but of such small things were life's joys truly made. The thought, he knew, would keep him smiling for days. "The world is a comedy, intoned Erbrechen, tittering, "and each must play his fart.

We can feel damaged and sad and mad and know that it doesn’t make us any less worthy than when we didn’t feel that way.

We need to start rejoicing when the devil is mad, because he sees our blessing before we do

We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. [...] You must be, or you wouldn't be here.

What do you think the world is if not just an endless parade of madness? To make war is madness. To seek power is madness." She laughed louder, throwing her arms wide. "And madness is glorious!

We're not mad," he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.

With his mad eyes that cannot seem to look at everything they want to all at once, with the dagger poised in his palm- like sharp teeth or black eyes, he is transforming into something both terrifying and exciting, mysterious and sexy. I reach forward on the sand towards them as though to touch him, my magical boy.

What would you rather be, Jackie? Angry mad or crazy mad? I think I'd rather be crazy mad, because you can be crazy and still happy.

When all is said and done, there is usually more said than done. [as quoted by Alfred E Neuman]

When your madness is creative and necessary, people will not notice the fact that you are crazy.

Whoever is planning a nuclear war or seriously thinking about using nuclear weapons must directly be taken to a mental hospital! Mad people are mentally sick and they only need a medical treatment! Every nation has the responsibility to weed their deranged politicians out from their governments!

You and I both know that love is for children,'' he said. ''We're adults. Compatibility is for adults.'' ''Compatibility is for my Bluetooth and my car,'' Teresa replied. ''Only they get along just fine, and my car never makes my bluetooth feel like shit.

You can get mad… upset… sad… angry.. . Insane… and the list goes on and on… But honestly this is your choice. Note: Mood Swinger!

A kitten is chiefly remarkable for rushing about like mad at nothing whatever and generally stopping before it gets there.

You’re cute when you're mad." He caressed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. I huffed in exasperation.  "Is that why you make me mad all the time?

Your realm is an insane place. In Volaria, no-one goes hungry, slaves are no use when they starve. Those freeborn too lazy or lacking in intelligence to turn sufficient profit to feed themselves are made slaves so they can generate wealth for those deserving of freedom, and be fed in return. Here, your people are chained by their freedom, free to starve and beg from the rich. It's disgusting.

you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.