Best 117 quotes in «paranoia quotes» category

My own reaction from a distance is that Pol Pot's demise as the leader of the Khmer Rouge was inevitable, and that his own paranoia did him in as much as anything else.

I put it down to the paranoia of advancing age. It isn't like I'm all that old or anything, especially for a wizard, but age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

Let's not become so worried about not offending anybody that we lose the ability to distinguish between respect and paranoia.

I've always been interested in themes of memory, paranoia, and revenge.

I was diagnosed with paranoia for fear of never smoking weed again.

Paranoia can be a sign of a sanity in some circumstances, in some places and times.

Paranoia," Sam muttered. "You're going slowly nuts, dude. Or maybe not so slowly, since you're talking to yourself.

Paranoia is a state of heightened awareness. Most people are persecuted beyond their wildest delusions.

Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.

This is a do-it-yourself test for paranoia: you know you've got it when you can't think of anything that's your fault.

Pol Pot carried out through the years enormous purges against his own followers because of his paranoia.

Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn't. Paranoids only think everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.

There is a real comfort with the position of the victim, which can either result in true empathy or deep paranoia.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

You can only live in the world you ken. The rest is just wishful thinking or paranoia.

A privileging of individual rights over group goods can lead to serious problems, as we’ve seen with the antivaccination movement.

Your hatred is rooted in your fear, and your paranoia and insecurities, well they don't belong here.

About his madmen Mr. Lecky was no more certain. He knew less than the little to be learned of the causes or even of the results of madness. Yet for practical purposes one can imagine all that is necessary. As long as maniacs walk like men, you must come close to them to penetrate so excellent a disguise. Once close, you have joined the true werewolf. Pick for your companion a manic-depressive, afflicted by any of the various degrees of mania - chronic, acute, delirious. Usually more man than wolf, he will be instructive. His disorder lies in the very process of his thinking, rather than in the content of his thought. He cannot wait a minute for the satisfaction of his fleeting desires or the fulfillment of his innumerable schemes. Nor can he, for two minutes, be certain of his intention or constant in any plan or agreement. Presently you may hear his failing made manifest in the crazy concatenation of his thinking aloud, which psychiatrists call "flight of ideas." Exhausted suddenly by this riotous expense of speech and spirit, he may subside in an apathy dangerous and morose, which you will be well advised not to disturb. Let the man you meet be, instead, a paretic. He has taken a secret departure from your world. He dwells amidst choicest, most dispendious superlatives. In his arm he has the strength to lift ten elephants. He is already two hundred years old. He is more than nine feet high; his chest is of iron, his right leg is silver, his incomparable head is one whole ruby. Husband of a thousand wives, he has begotten on them ten thousand children. Nothing is mean about him; his urine is white wine; his faeces are always soft gold. However, despite his splendor and his extraordinary attainments, he cannot successfully pronounce the words: electricity, Methodist Episcopal, organization, third cavalry brigade. Avoid them. Infuriated by your demonstration of any accomplishment not his, he may suddenly kill you. Now choose for your friend a paranoiac, and beware of the wolf! His back is to the wall, his implacable enemies are crowding on him. He gets no rest. He finds no starting hole to hide him. Ten times oftener than the Apostle, he has been, through the violence of the unswerving malice which pursues him, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of his own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren, in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness. Now that, face to face with him, you simulate innocence and come within his reach, what pity can you expect? You showed him none; he will certainly not show you any. Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, 0 Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all the perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen. Mr. Lecky's maniacs lay in wait to slash a man's head half off, to perform some erotic atrocity of disembowelment on a woman. Here, they fed thoughtlessly on human flesh; there, wishing to play with him, they plucked the mangled Tybalt from his shroud. The beastly cunning of their approach, the fantastic capriciousness of their intention could not be very well met or provided for. In his makeshift fort everywhere encircled by darkness, Mr. Lecky did not care to meditate further on the subject.

Although he was a young and virile man at 37, he was not inexhaustible. In addition to food and drink, he had better lay in a couple thousand tablets of viagra. The drug would probably remain potent if he vacuum packed the pills in groups of 10 and kept them in a freezer. That would work unless civilization completely collapsed and power companies were unable to function. Fortunately, Jim had a propane-powered backup generator with half a dozen tanks of fuel already on hand. If Henry added to the propane supply, and he used the generator only for essential maintenance like keeping the viagra freezer operating in warm weather, he would be happy here on the farm for a looong, looong time. Unless, even now, dead Jim was out there in the generator shed sabotaging the machinery.

Americans may say they love our accents (I have been accused of sounding 'like Princess Di') but the more thoughtful ones resent and rather dislike us as a nation and people, as friends of mine have found out by being on the edge of conversations where Americans assumed no Englishmen were listening. And it is the English, specifically, who are the targets of this. Few Americans have heard of Wales. All of them have heard of Ireland and many of them think they are Irish. Scotland gets a sort of free pass, especially since Braveheart re-established the Scots' anti-English credentials among the ignorant millions who get their history off the TV.

Are those conspirators that you spy through your window or is it a mirror reflecting the chattering parasites in your mind?

Af en toe levensgrote paranoia creëren verleent aan een tocht een bepaalde, aantrekkelijke dimensie, die mij soms aanzet de gekste situaties te bedenken.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Batman: What have I told you about trusting dangerous and obsessive criminal geniuses? Wonder Woman: To be fair, you tend to warn everyone about everything. Batman: Point.

Behind every unquestionable belief is a system of control.

Benjamin Franklin said, "The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason." I disagree. To live faithless I propose that you would actually have to be insane, particularly in the realm of extreme paranoia. For instance, to merely take a breath of air, one must have some measure of faith. One must have the faith that there is not any invisible, odorless, & lethal substance that has gone airborne in your area. To eat or drink something prepared by others, such as at a restaurant, one must have the faith that no one has poisoned your food. You can certainly examine your food prior to eating it, but to run a countless number of tests to see if it is poisoned in a way that is undetectable by sight, scent, or taste is ridiculous on a daily basis & there are poisonous substances that could remain undetected. Regardless of your belief in God, gods, atheism, or agnosticism, to completely abstain from faith in life as we know it would make the movie "Bubble Boy" seem like child's play. No, Franklin misunderstands faith and in haste has put a box around reason whose exclusion of faith can't rationally exist in order to further try to justify his disbelief in God including the perceived allowance for self-determination of morality. The man who has no faith in anything is unreasonable, and the man who has no reason is incapable of faith.

Benjamin Franklin said, "The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason." I disagree. To truly believe Franklin's statement in the simple terms of the quote, not qualified in any capacity, I propose that you would actually have to be insane, particularly in the realm of extreme paranoia. For instance, to merely take a breath of air, one must have some measure of faith in the vast majority of normal circumstances. One must have the faith that there is not any invisible, odorless, & lethal substance that has gone airborne in your area. To eat or drink something prepared by others, such as at a restaurant, one must have the faith that no one has poisoned your food. You can certainly examine your food prior to eating it, but to run a countless number of tests to see if it is poisoned in a way that is undetectable by sight, scent, or taste is ridiculous on a daily basis. Regardless of your belief in God, gods, atheism, or agnosticism, to completely abstain from faith in life as we know it would make the movie "Bubble Boy" seem like child's play. No, Franklin misunderstands faith and in his error has put a box around reason whose exclusion of faith can't rationally exist in order to further try to justify self-determination of morality. The man who has no faith in anything is unreasonable, and the man who has no reason is incapable of faith.

C'est la grande faiblesse des hommes de projeter ce qu'ils ont refoulé en eux - sur les autres.

Blessed with the Beta Male imagination, he spent much of his life squinting into the future so he might spot ways in which the world was conspiring to kill him...

Cowards parade around me calling me weird, calling me paranoid then, calling me for help.

Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I’m still alive.

[…] die Angst vor Überwachung aufgrund von Terrorgefahr ist dort [bei der Gemeinschaft der amerikanischen Muslime] besonders stark und tiefgreifend. Und die Muslime haben auch allen Grund dazu. 2012 enthüllten Adam Goldberg und Matt Apuzzo von Associated Press gemeinsame Pläne der CIA und des New Yorker Police Department, ganze muslimische Gemeinden in den USA physisch und elektronisch zu überwachen, selbst wenn nicht einmal der geringste Hinweis auf irgendwelche kriminellen Handlungen bestand. Die Auswirkungen auf ihr Leben beschreiben amerikanische Muslime oft so: Jeder neue Besucher einer Moschee wird als mutmaßlicher FBI-Spitzel betrachtet; im Freundes- und Familienkreis hält man sich in Gesprächen bedeckt, aus Angst, bespitzelt zu werden, und in dem Bewusstsein, dass jede vermeintlich amerikafeindliche Äußerung zum Anlass für Ermittlungen und sogar für Strafverfolgung genommen werden kann.

David started to sense acute paranoia, it was tangible, seeping from their pores. They felt themselves isolated and vulnerable, they couldn’t be trusted to be anything like rational. They hadn’t been at the meeting on Ames yacht, David told himself. They hadn’t seen how everything had hung in the balance, the whole plan. They had made the same mistake as most conspiracy theorists, the dispossessed and uninitiated, who concoct their viewpoints from the outside, with limited data – they had assumed everything was under control and running like clockwork.

Did you consider anything like the Infected?' Simon had asked. 'Not quite. But some of our other contingency plans might help us out with this particular mission.

Dr. Talbon was struck by another very important thing. It all hung together. The stories Cheryl told — even though it was upsetting to think people could do stuff like that — they were not disjointed They were not repetitive in terms of "I've heard this before". It was not just she'd someone trying consciously or unconsciously to get attention. really processed them out and was done with them. She didn't come up with them again [after telling the story once and dealing with it]. Once it was done, it was done. And I think that was probably the biggest factor for me in her believability. I got no sense that she was using these stories to make herself a really interesting person to me so I'd really want to work with her, or something. Or that she was just living in this stuff like it was her life. Once she dealt with it and processed it, it was gone. We just went on to other things. 'Throughout the whole thing, emotionally Cheryl was getting her life together. Parts of her were integrating where she could say,"I have a sense that some particular alter has folded in with some basic alter", and she didn't bring it up again. She didn't say that this alter has reappeared to cause more problems. That just didn't happen. The therapist had learned from training and experience that when real integration occurs, it is permanent and the patient moves on.

Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enough to make me dizzy.

Fear of vikings build castles.

Experiences might teach us to be cautious, but never to be paranoid. Paranoia is a limiter of destiny

Every scrape, site, range and page; every game, download, hack, song, movie and virrie on the Web. Everything on your phone. Everything on your 'puta. Even the content directories of your cupboards. Almost every system has been brute-forced; passwords cracked, firewalls breached. Nothing has been left untouched.

For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.

For a certain kind of temperament, defeat is never defeat by reality, but always defeat by other people, often acting together as members of a class, tribe, conspiracy or clan.

For bleeding inwards and shut vapours strangle soonest and oppress most.

For the evil our government does, tinfoil hats are simply not required, and are indeed a detriment.

Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness

God, what would someone so afraid do with power so awful?

Goodness knows what hallucinations of danger and siege people are subject to, if they live anywhere too beautiful and too sequestered.

He: Have you read Tolkien? Me: No. He: He's behind a lot of the way young people's minds are working. I can't make head or tail of it. Chief of R&D for a transworld chemical industry (He) holding forth to R.D Laing (Me) about the infiltration of the 'extreme left wing' into American society [28 January 1973].

He didn’t know what beget what, but he quickly learned that people with money to hide were powerful, and powerful people were violent. It was reliable math: as the amount of money being conveyed increased, so too did the level of paranoia; the psychotic behavior of his clients increasing with every figure added to the sum.

I am trying to use reason and intelligence," said the strange new mongoose. "Reason is six-sevenths of treason," said one of his neighbors. "Intelligence is what the enemy uses," said another.

He reached the ground floor and flung the door open, fleeing into the street. He glanced back and saw that she wasn't following, so he slowed to a halt. His pulse raced. The entranceway was dark, the door swinging slowly closed. Movement to his left caught his attention: the camera on the corner of the building that covered the resident's parking. It swivelled to point directly at him, and he stared at it for a moment, suddenly doubtful it was a closed-circuit system after all. He ran for his car, and the camera followed.