If you think people in your life are normal, then you undoubtedly have not spent any time getting to know the abnormal side of them.
If you think people in your life are normal, then you undoubtedly have not spent any time getting to know the abnormal side of them.
Sanity is a valuable possesion; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.
No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.
If I was crazy, would I know it? That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.
It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.
If you were a sane woman, I would, of course, behave in a more rational fashion. Since you are a lunatic, however, this is the only way.
As a writer one is allowed to have conversations with oneself. What is considered sane in writers is made for the rest of the human race.
Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.
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...
The hardest thing for a sane person to do is not care what anyone thinks, although everyone swears by it, hence our glorification of insanity.
Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.
The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.
The history of your world is filled with the voice of the victor, the voice of power, although it was not always a voice of sanity, by any means.
I used to love lulling, running water – a sound so infrequent in cityscapes. Its loss always made me feel lonely when I lived amongst concrete.
He couldn't even find the will to yell at her now. A real man didn't yell at those who weren't exactly sane themselves, he told himself.