Best 4396 quotes in «crazy quotes» category

Hungry Joe was crazy, and no one knew it better than Yossarian, who did everything he could to help him. Hungry Joe just wouldn’t listen to Yossarian. Hungry Joe just wouldn’t listen because he thought Yossarian was crazy

I act like shit don’t phase me inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive

I admit I'm bipolar but if you think I'm stupid you're crazy

I also found it particularly encouraging that the decent people in his life were now outnumbering the crazy bitches

I am a crazy person living an insane life in a polluted world.

I am a crazy person living a crazy life in a crazy world.

I am a crazy person that researches why I am a crazy person!

I am a habitual rule-breaker

I am at one with crazy.

I AM crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world.

I am crazy enough to think I owe the world a change.

I am just a crazy person living a crazy life in a crazy world.

I am totally crazy and I am totally okay with that.

I am thinking rationally! What’s not rational about saying you’re crazy and magic isn’t real?

I ate a lot of candy and engaged in light stalking: I prowled Blythe’s Instagram and Twitter, I read her reviews, considered photos of her baked goods and watched from a distance as she got on her soapbox – at one point bragging she was the only person she knew who used her real name and profession online. As my fascination mounted, and my self-loathing deepened, I reminded myself that there are worse things than rabid bloggers (cancer, for instance) and that people suffer greater degradations than becoming writers. But still, I wanted to respond.

I became a writer so that the voices inside my head would become an acceptable occurrence.

I am going to build something big for you.

",I am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours."-Cheshire Cat

I can be a stupid girl inside of a crazy woman at times over you. If I weren’t, you should be worried! We all do stupid shit. I might as well be a fool for someone worth it.

I am not trying to be funny, it is just that you're a joke.

I believe that everyone in the world is crazy except you and me. And even you're a little bit strange.

I can't blame them, but I don't join in their sentiments. People can be very crazy when they are unhappy and heart-sore

Ich will meine Familie nicht verlieren. Immerhin gehöre ich ja dazu. Was bin ich ohne sie? Ein Stück? Ein Teil? Muss jeder Mensch einmal ohne Familie sein, um ein Mensch zu werden?

I'd always thought that in another world, in another time, if he hadn't been so crazy abusive, Tristan and I could have been a beautiful thing. Our connection could have been the work of art that every other relationship fell short against. I could feel it now in the way he held my hand. I could feel it in the way my heart stirred when I heard his voice.

I didn't know how you'd get us out of that last one. But you did. You were good.

I decided that being called “crazy” by a man was not an insult but a challenge. It gives the woman an opportunity to say, “Crazy? Oh, I’ll show you fucking crazy.

I don't know if anyone can ever really explain why they believe in someone. But I do. I believe in you. I hope that's worth something.

I don't love you, you know. I'm merely crazy about you.

I don’t think I’m crazy, but then again, define crazy.

I didn’t believe that God told some guy, however many thousands of years ago, “Hey, build a ginormous boat in this desert over here.” I liked it as a story, though, because it seemed like the kind of thing God ought to say. There were crazy stupid things that needed to get done, or should have gotten done, or turned out to be wonderful when they did get done. And maybe, if God ever did tell people what to do, it was to stick up for these crazy stupid things that no one in their right mind would ever do otherwise.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

I don't understand why everyone loves you and feels this need to protect me against you or warn me against you." It was insulting, to tell the truth. Everyone just assumed she'd roll over... "Everyone just automatically assumes that you're after me and that I'm going to fall for you. It's insulting.

I don't trust anybody who isn't a little bit neurotic

If a 6 foot tall talking Badger comes to your door with a great deal on health insurance, be certain to ask if it includes in-patient psychiatric care.

If bliss are a type of potato, then ignorance can be french-fried

If I don't defend for myself, who will?

If I, as a child, claim that something awful has happened—that someone has done something terrible to me—and everyone around me acts as if nothing is the matter, then either I must be crazy, or all of them are. And when you’re a kid and your life depends on all these people, there is no choice: of course, I must be crazy.

If it's the thought that counts, then ignorance must use a calculator

I find that a little bit of crazy is an essential ingredient of discovery.

If somebody'd of come in and took a look, men watching a blank TV, a fifty-year old woman hollering and squealing at the back of their heads about discipline and order and recriminations, they'd of thought the whole bunch was crazy as loons.

If the pen really is mightier than the sword then you guys better watch out, because I wrote my whole 700,000 w0rd trilogy in longhand!

If someone tells you you're crazy enough times, eventually it becomes true. It's that old psychiatrist's joke: insanity's all in your head.

If we had to earn our age by thinking for ourselves at least once a year, only a handful of people would reach adulthood.

If the universe was scientific and just left to itself, then we’d have statistical probabilities to rely on. But once people are involved it sometimes becomes much more problematic because they’re erratic. People do crazy things that don’t make sense.

If you are not crazy before working atop the very high altitude Mauna Kea mountain, you may well be by the time you leave.

If you know how to open doors with just a smile, you must need your teeth capped every six months

If you can't beat em. Become as crazy as a fuckin' loon and enjoy the ride.

If you’re looking for fast driving there’s a dragway in the southwestern part of the county. It opens next week.” “Do you race there?” he asks. “Yes.” And I plan on spending a lot of time there over the next six weeks. “Isaiah.” Beth attempts to step in between us, but Logan angles himself so that she can’t. “That’s not why I brought him here.” An insane glint strikes the guy’s eyes and all of a sudden, I feel a connection to him. A twitch of his lips shows he might be my kind of crazy. “How fast do the cars there go?” “Some guys hit speeds of 120 mph in an eighth mile.” “No!” Beth stomps her foot. “No. I promised Ryan nothing crazy would happen. Logan, this is not why I brought you here.” “Have you hit those speeds?” He swats his hand at Beth as if she’s a fly, earning my respect. Most guys would be terrified of having their balls ripped off and handed to them for dismissing Beth like that. “Not driving my car, I haven’t,” I answer honestly. But I hope to with Rachel’s car, and with mine, after a few modifications. “Speed can be bought. Just depends on how much you want to spend.” Logan offers his hand. “I’m Logan.” “Isaiah,” I say as we shake. “Shit,” mumbles Beth.

If you see an old man talking to himself, he might not be a fool or crazy. He might be sharing a conversation with the past, warmed by a memory he need not reveal.

I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.