sanity

Life it too short to deal with crazy people.

It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I'd seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude, and slowly I came to the realization that my work was hurtling me headlong into an infinite field of omnipotence.

People who smile while they are alone used to be called insane, until we invented smartphones and social media.

Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.

Racism in impenetrable. Staying in America means always fighting. For our own sanity and safety, we must go.

Don't be ashamed of reliving your childhood, Ox, because all of us must do it now and then to maintain our sanity.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home- and my sanity depends on it.

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

I don't desire a change of scenery or exotic experiences. My heart yearns for familiarity, stability, the comfort of home _ and my sanity depends on it.

The conundrum of sanity and insanity, is that it serves us to be some of each. It's really only a question of degrees. You cannot possibly be 100% adjusted and live in this INSANE world. A little bit of crazy is a coping skill.

All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel the roughness of a carpet under smooth soles, a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones are moving easily under the flesh.

I don't worry about what other people think of me. It's one of the things I most admired about my dad growing up. He didn't give a hoot what others thought. He was who he was. It's one of the qualities that has kept me most sane.

A difference between the sane and the insane is not just about appearance or attitude but the usage of time.

Sanity for anyone is pretty much out of the question, as both the saint and the sinner appear only equally insane: the saint appears it for actually believing in a place of eternal torment; the sinner, for deciding to risk going to that place of eternal torment.

Stanley forced a smile to his lips at the memory of the onesided romance; it was silly, after all, a stupid childhood crush. Who__ fall in love with a fictional character? That was the kind of thing you laughed about as an adult. Or at least Harriet had thought so. He couldn__ quite do it, though. Couldn__ quite see it as a joke. It had felt too real, too raw and wild and fierce, for him todismiss it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a time, it had kept him sane.

To be physically astute and psychologically tended, yet morally insulated and conceptually blind--is to be crazy, not healthy.

Nobody sane loves working in an office, It__ against human nature to be locked up in a cubicle all day long.