mad

I sometimes think if I did not write I would be a madwoman. Now I am a sane woman with a lot of mad pages.

He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog.

It is a sign of arrogance to be mad at someone for not acting as per your advice, especially if it was unsolicited.

The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won__ be with others, but with yourself.

My anger feels hot and bilious but I keep it bottled until it doubles back and I'm mad at myself.

She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin,_ he said. __he__ wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs__etween them, too._ He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. ____ curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?_ __et. Her. Go._ Tamlin__ face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. __f it__ any consolation,_ Rhysand confided to him, __he would have been the one for you__nd you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She__ more stubborn than you are.

You are funny like a kid and awesome like a princessUnseen like an angel, like the morning sunshine_ Kindness like a river and highness like a mountain, In the middle of the Rheine, the cute face and sweet lips _(La la la la, La la , mmmm , mm _)Keep the lovely smile, in your juicy icy eyes Open the heaven for my eyes, forever angel voice Never angry never harsh, never mad never marsh Dear or darling, either diamond or dime, Overall the dream of the world

It is a strange thing that the human species can only go three days without water and three weeks without food, before the body dies. Yet, so many people can go years hanging onto pain and feeling emotionally dead inside. I suppose if it was the other way around more people would go to school to be morticians because of the booming business, or pastors would have to hand out Valium with the sacrament, just to keep the census high.

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

He's unconventionally attractive and yet coincidentally everything I've ever wanted.

Do you have any idea how mad you sound?___ndeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity._ (...)__nd?___hen I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective in reason, how mean his facilities, how ugly in form and movement, in action how like a devil, in apprehension how like a cow. The beauty of the world? The paragon of animals? To me the quintessence of dust.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

If a friend starts behaving silly because you bother him so much, don't worry, you're not the first person, he has got a sting in his stomach, an hunger that causes an epidemic hatred.

A celebrity starts being a cele-crazy when he's seen often, he's just like the ordinary man in the streets. Without much ado to shout his name, i go my way.

The one thing you don't do is screw with me, or I'll make your life a living hell; and trust me I'll make sure you burn!

If everything happens for a reason that means you made the right choice even when it__ the wrong choice

Sophia shrieked and fainted on the ground _ I screamed and instantly ran mad. We remained thus mutually deprived of our senses, some minutes, and on regaining them were deprived of them again. For an Hour and a Quarter did we continue in this unfortunate situation _ Sophia fainting every moment and I running mad as often. At length a groan from the hapless Edward (who alone retained any share of life) restored us to ourselves.