Cognitive Disarray Quotes

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

All new learning looks at first like chaos.

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

God gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've ever met.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

After Strapping, the amount of things in my life had changed were more than I'd ever had to process in any one time, and as a result of that, I found that my writing was veering off in four - sometimes even more - directions.

Losing my mind From this hollow in my heart

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

In Paris on a chilling evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggle with the disorder in my mind - a struggle which had engaged me for several months - might have a fatal outcome.

I was in a tailspin of confusion I hadn't experienced since the first time I heard George W. Bush speak.

Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murderous speed. Tearing through it all in a very, very bad inreparable way.