Crazy Quotes - Page 6

Go ahead, nigga,” Jah said, aiming the pistol at the cabdriver’s face. “You got some frog in you?

Sometimes you must do crazy things to discover the life beyond your life, to enter the unknown zone beyond your known zone!

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see...

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

You love someone. You don’t leave her to drown. And you don’t tell her she’s crazier than she already knows that she is!

That's crazy," I say"In case you hadn't noticed, the whole world has gone crazy. It's time to adapt or die.""By throwing crazy at crazy?

If it's the thought that counts, then ignorance must use a calculator

...people who don't live at least a little bit in fear, have nothing left to live for.

None of us ate together: my Aunt Gladys ate at five o’clock, my cousin Susan at five-thirty, me at six, and my uncle at six-thirty. There is nothing to explain this beyond the fact that my aunt is crazy.

People are damn crazy and insane.(Lie To Me Season 2 episode 1)

The World is enough brutal don't make it mad and crazy more, so far I think that the adrenaline is on it's own full capacity.

Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.

Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.

She may be crazy but at least she isn't you.

I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

We've eaten, but he looks hungry, and experience tells me that crazy takes a lot of calories to sustain.

Phones are only good for ordering pizza and telling someone you're running late

She scowled at him until a light appeared in her intelligent eyes, as if she had had an epiphany. "Are you an illegal alien?

Oh... nice... nice... Ant-Man is a crazy movie.

We all act crazy when we fall in love, stupid when we miss them, and insane when we lose them.

Nothing inspires me greater than the silly behaviour and crazy ideas of my best friends...

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.

Life is crazy, unexpected, and endlessly beautiful.

People who were perfectly sane on Tuesday sometimes go nuts on Wednesday.

People are crazy about food, smoking, drinking, girls but not about their dreams.

Aronson's first law:People who do crazy things are not necessarily crazy.

Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.

When you go with first principles, a giant light goes off in what you think is a city and turns out to be an insane asylum.

This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.

...and I know -I just know- you can remind me what it feels like to have someone look at me and love me with wanting me to be something else.

Maybe he's up to something, maybe he'ś not really crazy after all. Perhaps he just got fed up acting normal and decided to act crazy instead, and they locked him up because he went too far.

All right. Talk to me darlin'. You're not insane. A little crazy, but not insane. And this...everything you've gotten...in the last few days...do you know how many people would kill for this?""But...

Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.

Have to be honest with you Darquesse, I cannot feel that. That must be one of your special abilities, because to me, it looks like you just killed a whole bunch of people for no reason.""Oh," said Darquesse. "That's so sad

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more strangely, and so far I’d had no conversations with invisible buddies that I was aware of. Except in my sleep, of course-and did that really count? Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor’s children?

I believe that everyone in the world is crazy except you and me. And even you're a little bit strange.

This is no time for drinking a mug of water - which you would do nowhere else in the world. A mug of water! You just don't drink water from mugs, do ya? Except on the telly. Water out of a mug! Should be a hot drink... mug of water.

Anyhow, many people in the soft sciences are prone to be wrong because they’re crazy** some are dumb, too, but that’s another story.

As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house belonging to some druggie named Carbine, waiting for his yard gnome to steal his stash so I could get a cab back to a cheap motel where my friend, a neurotic, death-obsessed dwarf, was waiting for me so we could get on the road to an undefined place and a mysterious Dr. X, who would cure me of mad cow disease and stop a band of dark energy from destroying the universe.

Minds that have withered into psychosis are far more terrifying than any character of fiction.

A career in the arts can make anyone crazy.

To be lazy is stupid, to be a muscle machine is a crazy thing... and how far we go or father we all the time can find disadvantages and it's own consequences.

Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health.However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?"Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.

How are you doing, son?""If you don't get started, I'll rip out your heart and have it for breakfast."- Michael to Solo

Hail fellow well meet on the highway to madness. Madness is a small town very far away. Most of us, at some point, find we probably could walk there. Others have a road cave in and dump them there.

Being crazy of someone might seem cheap, but what if your life is priceless without that person.

You can’t hold it in forever,” Colton said, apropos of nothing. “Yes, I can.” I had to. “You’ll go crazy. It’ll come out, one way or another.” “Better crazy than broken.” I wasn't sure where that came from, hadn't thought it or meant to say it. “You’re not broken. You’re hurting.

People who smoke would have probably been regarded as fools or insane, if only a percentage of people who smoke smoked.

Greetings, cybernuts! This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter!

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

We are never short of craziness

He narrowed his eyes at me, pushed out of the booth and stomped over to the cash desk where Ash had returned and was playing a game on his mobile

there are institutions filled with people who talk to god. we've labeled and drugged them.

And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.

I don't understand why everyone loves you and feels this need to protect me against you or warn me against you." It was insulting, to tell the truth. Everyone just assumed she'd roll over... "Everyone just automatically assumes that you're after me and that I'm going to fall for you. It's insulting.

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

Once I had her clean, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed. A small red bloodstain was on the sheets, and again the possessive monster inside me threw back his head and roared his pleasure. I stood there holding her and letting the proof I was the only man to be inside her wash over me.Blythe turned her head, and I felt her stiffen in my arms. “Oh, I can clean that up,” she said, starting to wiggle.I pulled her tighter to my chest. “No. I’m going to dry you off and hold you some more. I like seeing that blood. I did that,” The pleasure in my voice made Blythe smile.

We got to see a Corsair ship up close – all matt black, no markings, no lights – and practically invisible out here in the dark! What a sight to behold! Most people don’t get to see those bastards up close. That is, for very long! Anyways, the ship was just floating there, no sign of life. Our hails weren’t being answered, and so we assumed the ship was dead in space. Captain Mulligan, gods-rest-his-soul, told me to form a boarding party of security and medics from the sickbay and that we were going over there. We weren’t a military ship, and we’re not Star Marines, so we were lightly armed and quite nervous. I mean, this wasn’t just some of my security section being called out to break up a fight at one of the bars on the promenade, this was serious life-and-death shit! So I said ‘okay’, and told my assistant supervisor, Lisa Garfner, to get them all together. Seven of us shifted over to the other ship with the transmatter (you still use those things, I take it?) not knowing what to expect. It could’ve been anything… and it was. It was crazy.

Not being able to fully understand God is frustrating but it is ridiculous for us to think we have the right to limit God to something we are capable of comprehending. What a stunted, insignificant god that would be! If my mind is the size of a soda can and God is the size of all the oceans, it would be stupid for me to say He is only the small amount of water I can scoop into my little can. God is so much bigger, so far beyond our time-encased, air/food/sleep-dependent lives.