Insanity Quotes
One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst…crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)
A loon thought he was Frank Sinatra and every time Frank came on TV or radio the loon would go mad, impostor!
He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn’t take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!
He was a silent type, very nervy of people: shy, introverted, nobody would believe he could scream so loud…well he did drink a bottle of bleach!
Unlike most I don’t fear prison, never have, never will. Obviously I don’t want it, I hate it, but it’s the hate that drives me on to survive.
Some of the madmen are really fun to be with. I soon learnt to relate to them. I soon became one of them. I ended up the maddest of the mad. There is no madder than myself! Please believe it.
A madman overcomes it by adapting to his surroundings. You can’t give up. Why die? There is always another mission
Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.
A doctor once asked me: 'Charlie, what do you think your problem is?' “Doc, ' I said, '…you’re the problem!
Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I’m probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I’d sooner die today than allow it too!
Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?
Ask anybody, would you want an ex-madman living next door? It’s difficult enough being an ex-convict. It’s double hard for us ‘madmen’. Please believe it.
Looking back at the years I spent in the asylums, I’m now convinced some of that insanity rubbed off onto me!
If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?
Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.
I’m a threat to anything that hurts Wonderland, including indifference.
Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew.
There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.
Love is responsible for nearly every kind of insanity in the world though greed, vanity, and pure meanness contribute their portion to general misery.
May you tear each other to bits, you damned hyenas, and the quicker the better. Let it be destroyed. Let it happen. Let it end, this cold insanity.
Hasn’t everyone taken a nervous breakdown at some point? Maybe I suffered a nervous breakthrough. I don’t know what tothink. It echoes inside your skull.
Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly insane every night of out lives.
Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded...
Maybe he’s normal and we’re the crazy ones. Maybe everyone should talk to themselves. Maybe we’re all just afraid of what we’d say.
Seems to me that there is a fine line between insanity and dedication…I call that line commitment
He mouths something. Six words. Six words that seem too impossible to be true. Six words that bleed hope into my soul. Six words. “You’re not crazy. I love you.
This is a lovely party, " said the Bursar to a chair, "I wish I was here.
It is a proven fact that everyone on this earth has some bit of madness within their soul. I am no exception and neither are you.
One of the better definitions of insanity - doing the exact same thing over and over and expecting the result to be different.
He was nuts. He'd scammed the quarterly mental health exam and was certifiably insane.Not that that's ever stopped me from sleeping with anyone.
I'm talking to myself in two different personas now. I'm reaching for a full-throttle meltdown and why not? Why stop halfway? Why not just go for it, jump on and ride the wave?
As long as she could remember who she was, she was okay. She wouldn't go crazy. At least not today.
They look up at me and see a rich lady in maternity clothes. They don't realize I am one of them.
If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her.
He’s lost it. Our son is insane. Or on drugs. Or maybe not on enough drugs.
The cruel truth exposes the ugly side of us so deeply that we find solace in the last defence hiding behind the facade of our insanity.
I regard the USA mass population routinely flip-flopping between the Republican and Democratic parties as a form of insanity.
People who would refuse to share their bread shared their insanity instead.-Three Daughters of Eve