Insanity Quotes Novels & Stories

Can’t he just talk normally? His relentless provocations are draining my sanity. His infuriating behavior threatens to consume me; patience is my only refuge. -o0o-

I am going insane. She stared at me in total confusion. I know, I know right, I sound like a mad woman I don't know what's going on with me I don't know what triggered my madness tonight but I'm going insane, it is ticking like a time bomb in my head just waiting to be blasted. what am I going to do what is going on with me I'm going f****** crazy. She stood up from the couch and rushed to me, she knelt down in front of me and took my hands in hers.

Nothing to be surprised of. “Speak up! You fool.” He added. His voice seemed quite irate and crossed. It was enough to scare me. I scared him eventually. “I… I had….” I stammered yet again. “What I? Do you even have an idea, if I was not there, what would have happened to you? Right time. I came there on right time. Or else things would have been different? I call you an insane soul. That does not mean you will prove me right. Such an idiosyncratic soul you are. People avoid getting into trouble, but I think you invite trouble in your life. What do you get by doing so? Don’t you bother and care about yourself. Like seriously. Moron!”

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Accordingly, a 'genius' is often merely a talented person who has done all of his or her homework. ~Thomas Edison Anthony "Where the fuck is she!" I yelled at my men who were staring at me, fear evident in their eyes. "I swear if you don't bring her down here I'll blow all your brains out!" “Don calm down." Julio tried to calm me but that only fueled my anger.

"You too, by the looks of it. All grown up and... sweaty." I laughed lightly, taking a sip of water, letting a drop spill down my chin and onto my collarbone. "Jogging helps clear the head. Uni's been stressful." Lie. Uni was a playground for my indiscretions—quick fucks in dorm rooms, professors who bent me over desks—but home was where the real game was. Ethan bit into the apple, chewing slowly as he watched me. "Stressful, huh? You need to unwind properly. Not this... solo stuff." There was an edge to his words, possessive, like he was staking a claim without saying it outright.

“I said I am not insane.” Silence hit the hall instantly. The figures around me froze. Lyra stopped smiling. Alina stopped speaking. Even the Elders leaned back slightly. I took a slow breath, steadying myself. “You want to question my mind,” I said clearly, voice cutting through the hall like steel, “because I refuse to break under pressure. That is not insanity. That is survival.” No one interrupted me. I stepped forward once, forcing every eye to stay on me. “If there is a problem,” I continued firmly, “it is not my perception. It is your assumption that I am weak enough to be manipulated by it.”

"You don't have to know it was another man; I can say that I bit myself." "You underestimate his intelligence. Never underestimate him, Anaís." "You're crazy." “There is a certain pleasure in madness, which only the madman knows," he muttered. His smile grew. "When I'm not being a danger to society, I like to read." "I have to go," I muttered, looking for a way to cover my lip. I didn't want to give the doctor explanations. "I have to put the bandage back on; if you try anything, I'll scream, I swear."

How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin. I believe that insanity is a release from the restrictive limitations imposed on us by the expectations of our culture, our race and, above all, ourselves. The madman does not care what others think of him, because what leads a person to dementia is often the revelation that the world around him is not as safe or stable as he would like to believe, that it is a populated place by monsters that lurk just beyond the thin veil of reality, that can tear apart a man's soul as well as his body and destroy his mind.

The situation was bad enough, and now it's about to get more complicated. "You're an idiot." The hiss brings me back to reality. I decide to eavesdrop on their conversation and try to find some answers. Even if I fail, I can pick up something important and plan my escape. "No, I'm not." "Alright, you're insane." "And there's a fine line between insanity and genius."

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.