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We all take leave of our senses, from time to time ...
I feel like a drunken man who doesn't have a drink.
I'm all over the place.
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
You baffle me, addle me, drive me insane.
You muddle, befuddle, and rattle my brain.
My senses are mad,
Skewed judgment to blame.
You drive me half stark-raving bonkers!
(But the truly crazy thing is how I love it.)
It was possible to be struck dumb by all sorts of emotions, not only surprise, and as they drove back toward Pittsford, Amina thought that there ought to be a whole set of words to encompass all those different varieties of silence.
ANIENTED (A'NIENTED) adj.[anneantir, Fr.]Frustrated; brought to nothing.
The "delirium tremens" of alcoholic drunkards has unmistakable symptoms, but that of those intoxicated with theories is easily confused with genius.
I'm tired. Like I-want-to-sleep-forever tired.
I feel like I've been asleep for years and I've only just woken up.
Delirium tremens in a drunk alcoholic are an unmistakable symptom, but those intoxicated with theories are easily mistaken for geniuses.
Maybe I need some rehab,
Or maybe just need some sleep
Caught baffled by the perplexing slow-release of sadness for ever and ever and ever. Which
Drunk words are sober thoughts
Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all become a massive wash.
I'm all out o faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. Illusions never change into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late, I'm already torn.
sleep comes to the perplexed - if the perplexed are only weary enough. But
Intoxicating" - Shannon
perplexed, but not driven to despair.
I think better when I'm not sober
I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion.
paralyzed by the past, caught in the amber of loss.
I don't know how I kept sane - maybe I'm not saneSane-- Kevin Woods
I feel fuzzy, like there's something slowing my thinking. It's horrifying, this fuzziness, because right now is when I have to be sharp, to think more clearly than ever before. I'm scared. I think this is what it feels like to go mad: to not know whether you can trust your own thoughts.
Entangled between a dream and a coma.
I remain still and stare blankly at the profile of my handsome, troubled man and wonder whether I could be classed as troubled too, now. My sanity is certainly questionable, but I'm sane enough to admit that. I was a normal, sound-minded girl. I definitely don't qualify for that any more.
But lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity;
TEMPORARY INSANITY.
As dizzy as the stars, as near and alone.
I am in the zone, the perfect balance between manic and drunk, I am mellow, I'm cool, cool as cats. I've found the answer, the thing that takes the edge off, smoothes out the madness, sends me sailing, lifts me up and lets me fly.
I fell asleep among the beer mugs and when I woke, I couldn't think where I was.
As jittery as a caffeine addict outside a closed Starbucks.
My head felt like it was about to explode. My mind was so jumbled I couldn't control it; leaping in every direction, thoughts I could not have conceived of just a few minutes earlier were dashing through my head so quickly I couldn't even track them all.
I am free. I am haunted. But if nothing else, I am wide awake.
Feeling like the last sober man in a crazed nation that ran on booze.
Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
It's all in my mind.
I'm in my right mind now, and my right mind is crazy.
"You need to wake up, Ella."
The words are a command I cannot obey.
I'm in my usual state up here in the commentary box: high tension, heart beating like a trip hammer, whatever that is.
Cameras flashed. I turned away and saw spots. It was surreal. That's what people always say to describe moments that are merely unusual. I thought: You have no fucking idea what surreal is. My hangover was really warming up now, my left eye throbbing like a heart.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
Is he under the influence or something?
I'm all mixed up inside. It's like - I don't know - like an ignition of some kind. one minute, I'm fine, and the next I'm losing it.
I just remembered that I'm absent minded ... wait, I mean I lost my mind, I can't find it.
My head was dizzy, but what of that? Float, stupid wooden head, and care nothing for tomorrow.
I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.
Trance is fragile.
Okay, I'm dreaming. Hallucinating. Brought on by stress. I had a hard day today and this is my mind trying to protect itself from ... from stuff. Lots of stuff. (Geary)
(Arik, Trieg, and ZT stare at Geary.)
Oh, like I'm any less sane than the three of you just because I talk to myself. (Geary)
Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.
You're intoxicated by my very presence.
Am I insane? I ask limply, and all feelings have fled my body. I'm numb. I'm a piece of wood. I'm a sponge, and I have no feelings, and I've absorbed all of this insanity for so long that now I'm insane myself. That's the only possible answer.
I feel like I have a hangover, without all the happy memories and mystery bruises.
He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal.
Feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had
come which must end in its undoing,
I didn't say a word but stared
At Derek, still a little hazed.
He stared back, uncertain, scared,
Still unbelieving and amazed.
had shifty eyes. Unease niggled
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
Was I on a hangover?
She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.
My world has been torn apart and stitched back together too many times, and now I exist only as a tattered patchwork of myself - unable to think, unable to feel anything other than numbness.
Lost in a daydream.
I'm not even sure If I'm awake now.Awake-- Will Graham
I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself
I'm losing my mind without you.
I'm screwed up, mixed up, messed around, dive-bombing, crashing and burning.
Sometimes you feel things so much, so intensely, it becomes a new kind of numbness, the oblivion of overstimulation.
My head is pounding. Like the worst hangover ever.
It was a sudden, stunned state of quiet drunkenness, complete in itself, their hair mingled like the rays of two bodies in space that had achieved their meeting, she saw that he walked with his eyes closed, as if even sight would now be an intrusion.
I'm always in a state of trance, I'm not very often in the real world.
Consciousness of unconsciousness
It seemed natural; natural to the moment's peculiar reality that was sharply clear, but cut off from everything, immediate, but disconnected, like a bright island in a wall of fog, the heightened, unquestioning reality one feels when one is drunk.
Mad, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Sometimes, when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Action slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an eternity.
My head is a hive of words that won't settle.
I feel...I don't know...like a bottle of soda that's been shaken up. Do you know what I want? I want you to take me inside, and then take the cap off.
I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping
If I look confused it is because I am thinking.
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl ... interrupted.
I've got a hangover."
"No, you hit your head on the floor."
"I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.
I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.
I'm lost again, inside myself. Somewhere that's not nowhere. Disoriented. I've let everything go.
have you taken leave of your senses
Those who are Awake live in a state of constant amazement ...
We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to wring out my mind to think clearly. I was a morning mist of confusion.
I'm awake and I can't sleep. The more I'm awake, the more I see, and the harder to sleep.
Am I high now? Is this what being high feels like?'
'like a blow to the skull
I was feeling rational and restless, which is horrible for watching movies
I like the word bewilderment because it has both be and wild in it.
I'm restless, bored, and invisible. A dangerous thing for any woman to be.
I looked like I wasn't at a cocktail party but an airport, waiting for my life to take off.
Infinitely delayed.
Languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna
We are half awake and semi conscious.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says.
It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,
Until I realised that it was you who held me under.
I felt dizzy, as though I were having an out-of-body experience, as though I were looking out at myself
English should have a word for that feeling you get when you first wake up in a strange room and have no freaking idea where you are.
Hotezzlement?
Reevie ... I feel wasted." Her head sways from side to side, her hair hanging in her face. "Will you please take me home?"
I peer at her. She's had, like, two beers. I've seen her finish a six-pack in under an hour and not get tipsy.