The ingredients of both darkness and light are equally present in all of us,...The madness of this planet is largely a result of the human being's difficulty in coming to viruous balance with himself.
The ingredients of both darkness and light are equally present in all of us,...The madness of this planet is largely a result of the human being's difficulty in coming to viruous balance with himself.
The poor are crazy, the rich just eccentric. - James Shin Hoo
From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.
Are we not all of us fanatics? I say only what you of the U.S.A. pretend you do not know. Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.
For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the strings upward he finds they terminate in the hands of yet other puppets, themselves with their own strings which trace upward in turn, and so on. In my own life I saw these strings whose origins were endless enact the deaths of great men in violence and madness. Enact the ruin of a nation.
I just need to be mad for a little while, okay? I know it might not be the most mature thing, but there it is.
So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.
Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.
I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.
Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?
It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.
Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.
What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap of freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was. Of course, hope meant being cut down on some street corner, as you ran like mad, by a random bullet. But when I really thought it through, nothing was going to allow me such a luxury. Everything was against it; I would just be caught up in the machinery again.
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.
Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.
He had so many ways of climbing into the tree house in his head, escaping the madness below, and pulling the ladder up behind him...
What a journey...what a day...what madness, so much worse than tragic! What to do except dance, dance, only dance...
People were complaining like crazy, saying nobody was working, but we had one man on top and one down below. It was the only way we could work on this line. People didn't see us working, but we were. It was a difficult project.
I use my cell phone as much as I can - I talk to friends all the time. I'm like 2,000 hours a month. It's crazy.
With the introduction of agriculture mankind entered upon a long period of meanness, misery, and madness, from which they are only now being freed by the beneficent operation of the machine.
Tony has mellowed a little bit, just out of necessity. He was driving himself crazy, so he has calmed down.
This is a crazy culture. Absolutely nutty. You see it reflected everywhere you look, the desperate search -- who are we, what are we, can we ever make if in the hip world On the scene, on the go, in the know.
When you fly 60 hours, at some point everyone goes mad. You just pray that it happens at different times along the way.
I wouldn't say we came in mad. A lot of us were disappointed. We wanted to show we still have a good team and are not out of the race yet. We still have hope of winning the league.
(Our) thinking was since they (Colts) had all of their time outs, taking knees would give the ball back to them. Besides, how often does Jerome fumble the ball Almost never. It was just a crazy thing.
I told him that, because they call me the Mad Raptor, I gave him that title now. He's now the Mad Raptor because he got kicked out of the game.
Am I going mad, or did the word 'think' just escape your lips
The Oklahoma Farmer-Stockman recently published two pictures, one of a dilapidated house and the other of a washed-away field. The magazine offered a prize for the best essay on the two pictures. The first prize was won by a Cherokee Indian, who wrote this Both pictures show that white man crazy. Make big teepee, plow hill, water wash down, windblown soil, grass all gone. Squaw gone, papoose too. No chuckaway. No pigs, no corn, no hay, no cow, no pony. Indian no plow land, keep grass, buffalo eat. Indian eat buffalo. Hide make teepee, moccasins too. Indian no make terrace, no build dam, no give a dam. All time eat, no hunt job, no hitch-hike, no ask relief, no shoot pig, Great spirit make grass, Indian no waste anything. Indian no work. White man heap crazy.
And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness. Freedom of loneliness and safety from being understood. For those who understand us enslave something in us.
I think we were all kind of frustrated with the referees. We felt like they called a (expletive) game. Thirty-something to 17 fouls, that's crazy. But at the same time, we still had a chance to win it, but we just never could pull it together.
In the beginning of the year if you would have told someone that (Monroe would finish second), they would have thought you were crazy. We've come a long way. but we're not done yet.
When people get mad, they're more likely to do something. When I go back to Congress ... what's happened at Sago and what's happened here, there's got to be a lot of mad people.
My mom thought I was crazy, leaving a 28-an-hour job as a mason to come do something where I didn't even have any clients.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
We all come in after practice and he leaves. That's kind of crazy. He's not invisible, but it's like he's on the night schedule and we're on the day schedule.
It's the change of rhythm which I think is what keeps me alive. In Spain I hear so much noise from my window that can't stand it. In Switzerland it's the lack of noise that drives me crazy.
His presence alone, and the energy he brings to the defense makes us a whole lot better than last year, ... I just love seeing him and the rest of our defense running to the ball and blitzing like crazy. He's a special one. Even though he signed a big contract, he's always striving to get better. His leadership really adds something to this team.
I like using my defense that's why when you give up a hit I'm not going to be that mad, ... The next pitch you can get a double play. That's part of my game in a way.
We'll take today over the (previous) two days, when the wind blew like crazy. It was a little easier to play.
This time, something happens to Jack on a very personal level. Because he's presumed dead, a lot of the boundaries he was restricted by -- by virtue of who he was working for -- don't exist now. And he's mad.
Most of the local development community thought we were crazy.
The bad times I can handle. It's the good times that drive me crazy. When is the other shoe going to drop.
I've heard they may put me in right some. I've never played right, but it can't be too much different from left, I don't think. I have to be smart. I can't be all crazy, diving around. I'm 34 years old and weigh 230 pounds that's a hard impact.
It was a fun crowd. I was down there in the first two rounds in the first few rounds he was kind of on the back court and hearing the crowd go crazy. It seemed like they were almost a soccer crowd because I don't think they were all real tennis fans at the beginning of these few weeks, but by now I'm sure they are. It really does help and make a big difference when you know you have people cheering for you.
O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven.
The shout facing the sea, among the rocks,
running free, mad, in the sea-spray.
An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.
The things that make me very angry are injustice and bullying. If I see someone bullying a woman or child in the street, or kicking a dog, I go completely mad.
The media has everyone crazy. We haven't had any limits placed on how much gasoline we can get. If everyone would just stick to their normal buying habits, we'd be fine.
Get mad, then get over it.
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