Loss of Sanity Quotes

A crazy person doesn't really lose his mind. It just becomes something more entertaining.

The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead.

"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

Everyone’s gone mad, typing to themselves all day long like mindless robots.

I’ve known a lot of people go mad over the years, and it is more distressing than people dying. People dying is quite natural, people going mad is the complete antithesis of that.

Madness is never that far away. It's as close as saying yes to the wrong impulse.

I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it's the best available option at the time.

It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.

Madness is a kind of mental suicide.

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".

... madness entered my veins.

They don’t need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they’re trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheerful thought. Most go mad within weeks - Lupin

...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad.

She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.

I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm not even sure how I qualify for admission to Aspen Springs. Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

When my disease nearly destroyed me in 2009, my doctors thought I'd be lucky to regain 80 percent of my cognitive abilities. When I was at my sickest, I couldn't read or write. I could barely walk on my own or groom myself. The disease felled me physically and mentally - robbing me, briefly but intensely, of my wits, my sanity, my memory, my self.

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason.

It was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.