Elements Of Insanity 소설 & 이야기

<<43>> * The real definition of insanity According to Einstein is to do the same thing and expect a different result. * **** Malisa had just woken up from her slumber when Aiden and Mary entered the hospital room where she was. " Sis...." Mary ran towards her bed when she saw her eyes opening... " Hey... " Malisa said in a whisper as she tried to regain all her memories from earlier... " I told you I'll be fine, didn't I? " She smiled at Mary.

If you call a girl who had a stalker ex boyfriend, who murdered her family, who then murdered him and was now having hallucinations of him perfect… “A girl who put your life in danger and is going insane is perfect for you?” He blinked. He never said Kahlan was perfect for him. Those were her words. Was that what she was thinking? “You’re not insane.” “You don’t know that.” The professionals seemed to think so. It was their job to know these things, to sort the crazy from the sane. If anyone were going to be right about me, it would be them, right? I believed I knew myself, and knew that I was normal, then again, the things that I had been experiencing these last few weeks would say otherwis

“Did they hurt you?” Vincent was already nodding before Isaac even completed his question. “I-I'm not crazy. Don't believe anything they tell you. I hate crazy people and Dad knows, he knows, and that's why he brought me here. I can hear them scream and laugh even when I close my ears. I-it is so fucking annoying! But I'm not crazy.” He held Isaac's hand, his eyes begging for belief. The director moved closer to Isaac and whispered audibly in his ears. “He's psychotic. He says he hears sounds even when he's alone.”

Yes, he may be a naive and spoiled brat but he was just insanely adventurous lads. Cavin's adventurous spirit was his condemnation, and his insanity was the thing he feared above all else. He was cured though. The bizarre ideas and goals of insane adventure that once sunk him into new realities with graceful ease, never leaving a trace or a clue they had taken hold, still come and go like they did before. Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him.

I looked at him like he had lost his mind, what the hell were these men thinking, "Are you insane?" I asked as I began to get furious, "Am not insane Bitch, its either you make out with him or with me and believe me once I have a little taste of you, I might not be able to stop myself" he looked at me lustful causing me to experience fear and panic, How could they ask me to do that just for some food, this was insane and no matter how hungry I was, I couldn't bring myself to do what they said,

He paused to give a sardonic laugh. "Banished me to my grief. They called me crazy. They called me the insane alpha. They said he had lost his mind. Eric has lost his sanity. I was treated like a curse. I was kept in chains. I was locked away. No one came to see me. All I knew was darkness. I couldn't tell night from day. My world was adorned with darkness. Emptiness. Pain. Loneliness. Do you know the torture I went through, Yaki? Do you know the humiliation I was subjected to? I was forced to live like a rogue. Act like a rogue. Think like a rogue...."

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

“Exactly. We need different. Have you ever heard what the definition of insanity is?” He shrugged. “Crazy. Insane.” I smiled, slowly shaking my head. “Technically, that might be true, but Albert Einstein had a different definition. He said, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Living in Minnesota was our insanity. You were going to school; I was going to work. We kept doing what we had always done and neither of us was getting any happier. Neither of us was truly moving on from losing your mother.”

Light burst through the dark, blinding my eyes as flashes of my mother staring into Deimos’ eyes flooded in, her memories bleeding into mine — standing like a shield between him and me. ‘He is your enemy. The one you need to — have to — end.’ Her bitterness, her hatred and her wrath overwhelmed me. My fists clenched, my jaw locked, and my body trembled, not with fear, but with pure, consuming rage. Symptoms of the Madness affliction: heavy, lifeless eyes ringed with chronic bruise-like dark circles. Normally, I would have cowered beneath such a sublime presence, but holding his gaze, I glared right into his eyes.

I just gotta talk, you know. Talking is different from annoying! Can't you be normal!' Define normal? You getting killed because you couldn't control your mouth. He loves me, he's the flavor of my cookie, he will never hurt me. Oh, really? Then why are you running? I'm making sure that theory is a hundred percent, you know, for safety reasons. You know, we are crazy, but you are a psycho. We are the same, we are both insane. So says the girl arguing with her subconscious.