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Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
Lilac curled her upper lip in a dead-eyed sneer, and it made my skin crawl. The girl looked like she might fillet me and have me for a snack later. She made the Dale R. Fielding High School Cheer Squad look like Barney and Friends, and I vowed to give her a wide berth.
That's," I say. My words are all tangled up. "That's. Insane. You're insane."
"I prefer the term brilliant.
Manic depressive people often have incredible energy and a slightly skewed, but nonetheless valid, way of looking at things.
charmed the words out of
By nature, I suppose I have a languorous disposition
In the immortal words of Mr. Burns ... eeeeexcellent.
She has that kind of manic focus about her, like if she just keeps moving, the things she's upset about can't catch her.
Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair.
I can be a little acerbic.
Love's madness, swinging from ecstasy to despair in one wild second.
Wild inside; raging,
writhing - yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But
outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly - baa, baa, baa.
Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly.
Cynicism always enchanted me by producing a delicious feeling of self-assurance and of being in league with myself
Ravic emptied his glass. He got a package of cigarettes out of his pocket, took one out and lit it. His hands were not yet steady. He flung the match on the floor and ordered another calvados. That face, that smiling face which he thought he had just seen again - he must have been
Shake yourself free from the manikin you create out of a false interpretation of what you do and what you feel, and you'll at once see that the manikin you make yourself is nothing at all like what you really are or what you really can be!
She charmed and sparkled and said witty things, but she knew very well she was being charming and sparkling and witty while she was doing it, which somehow felt wrong.
How are you feeling?"
"Like I fell out a burning building onto pavement, you?" I grumbled.
"Like I was pushed out of a burning building by a maniac," she retorted, a small smile playing across her face.
tightly, without
[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion. I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. "You understand?" Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.
J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 173-175).
Dork," I chastised affectionately. But his cheesy exclamation was something I was okay with. I smiled up at him. His hazels danced with mischief. "Okay," I agreed.
The mischief turned to triumph.
Damn those magic eyes!
She might be a natural-born cynic, but she knew the right word when she heard it.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
You're manic-depressive and you're manic-depressive too and you, you're definitely manic-depressive, girl. And you over there in the corner, you're just plain fucking depressive.
Terrible mania, when something happens, to enquire what.
she was going crazy,
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
You're unbelievable,' said Rosie. 'Look at me when I'm talking.'
I kept looking out the window. I was already over-stimulated.
'I know what you look like.
I'm going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!
like a demonic bat out of Hell.
Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
Language spread its warm, absurd rays over all my adolescent thoughts, and I felt the way we all long to feel: moody, lonely, lovesick and explosive with the prospects of tomorrow.
The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.
Discombobulated.
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
I'm kind of effectively bipolar.
Is "defeatedly" a real word? As in, "She sighed defeatedly as spell-check implied that 'defeatedly' isn't a real word." Fuck it. It's going in the book, and I'm a pretty sure that makes it a real word. Me and Shakespeare. Making shit up as we go along.
I'm sort of like a maniac, and I can't get out of it.
God, you tick me off."
"Well, at least I got you - "
"Don't even finish that statement!" I snatched up my socks and tights. Rolling them on, I hobbled on one foot. "Ugh, I hate you sometimes."
He sat up in one fluid motion. "Not too long ago, you were really, really loving me.
Lonesome Rhodes had wild mood swings. He'd be very happy, he'd be very said, he'd be very angry, very depressed, and I had to pull all of these emotions out of myself. And it wasn't easy.
His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.
Mania is a wonderful feeling.
She laughs frequently and wildly and with a sort of precocious, tragic abandon.
I reel in an uncanny intoxication of emotions, on minute bewildered and then frightened then the next, I swing from exhaustion to mania, from depression to tranquility and beneath it all, excitement fizzes as if my blood is filled with gas.
Cynisism is humour in ill health.
If you spent a proper amount of time with me, you would probably wonder if I was on drugs - I'm not. I'm just incredibly hyperactive and manic. I can be quiet and serious at the same time.
You're crazy. You know that, right? I mean, Shannon says it's not a good word to use, because sometimes people who aren't crazy point it at people who are and use it like a weapon, but I figure we're both crazy, so that makes it okay." I was
Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.
With a sort of mental squint.
Can you go cazy without knowing you're crazy?
The melancholia of everything completed!
Miserably disturbed!' that is not strong enough. He was haunted by the remembrance of the handsome young man, with whom she stood in an attitude of such familiar confidence; and the remembrance shot through him like an agony, till it made him clench his hands tight in order to subdue the pain.
Often, you know.' 'I don't know,' said the Caterpillar. Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper. 'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar. 'Well, I should like
Mr Melly had to be obscene to be believed
The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.
When you are like a maniac, you just have to accept where you are and what's going on in your life.
sometimes decided to be truculent and unyielding, like a grouchy toddler -
Manic depression is the result of the sum of repetitiveness in life and expecting a different result.
So, are you ... intrigued ... by Stanhope?" "Intrigued by him?" "Indeed. Do you find him ... " he paused. "Intriguing?" she teased. He sent her an exasperated look.
I'm not sure I understand you," she said. "Are you telling me you saved my life because you were angry with me?" The idea struck me funny. "Yes," I said, trying not to smile. "Furious." "Furious?" "Enraged," I said. "Oh dear." And then she smiled.
You drive me fucking insane sometimes.
I drove myself fucking insane.
Mrs. Loontwill did what any well-prepared mother would do upon finding her unmarried daughter in the arms of a gentleman werewolf: she had very decorous, and extremely loud, hysterics.
Whereas the melancholic exhibits a state of general inhibition, in the manic patient even normal inhibitions of the instincts are partly or wholly abolished.
Milrose Munce had watched his unbridled mouth screeching ahead of him down the track, as his mind flew into the dust like a wheel from a broken axle.
You're absolutely insane, you know that, right?"
"Insanely smart." Jenna giggled as she absentmindedly worked some of her rainbow hair into a curl with her fingertips.
With eager dragon-eyes;
I was a maniac as a teenager; I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I was crazy.
Instruct decently.
Instruct discerningly.
Instruct disarmingly.
Instruct diplomatically.
He's a moody creature,isn't he?" she said to the bird. Auntie Em gave one impatient squawk, the extent of her vocabulary.
"Sounds like she got up on the wrong side of the perch," Alan commented.
"Oh,no.She's in a good mood if she says anything.
When I was maybe like, under 10 years old, I was kind of like a maniac.
I raised an alluring eyebrow. Alluringly.
Cynicism is reality with an alternate spelling.
In one swift motion she's out of his arms twirling about. Startled and then ecstatic, she feels lighter than air, laughing in spite of herself. Light hearted, she keeps spinning feeling the stress and pain strip away from her. She was surprised by how confident she felt. How alive.
Moods are such an essential part of the substance of life, of one's notion of oneself, that even psychotic extremes in mood and behavior somehow can be seen as temporary, even understandable, reactions to what life has dealt.
(Lucy to Isabeau)"
"Cool." She tilted her head. "You don't look crazy."
"You're like a runaway train," Logan groaned at her. "Can't you shut her up?" he asked his brother pleadingly.
"How?" Nicholas said somewhat helplessly.
"Kiss her, you idiot.
The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
the senile, lecherous expression of a camel.
Cynicism is carnality that thinks its smart.
He danced the way he made love, with passion and tenderness and spirit, communicating with hands and eyes the most subtle messages, tenderly making up for Lila's awkwardness. In his lashes and his hair, mist clung in tiny diamond drops. She could not take her eyes from him.
I listened to the whine in my voice with a detached fascination. It was a false question. No answer would have pacified me. I had simply given in to a perverse need to ask, to expose and torment myself, and as soon as I heard the words, I experienced both relief and humiliation.
Look who's full of himself," MeLaan said from her chair.
"He's always full of himself," Wayne said, cracking a walnut. "Mostly on account of him eatin' his own fingernails. I seen him do it.
When you catch an adjective, kill it.
You're not enjoying yourself," Syl said. "You're starting to sound a lot like my mother." "Captivating?" Syl said. "Amazing, witty, meaningful?" "Repetitive." "Captivating?" Syl said. "Amazing, witty, meaningful?" "Very funny." "Says the man not laughing," she replied, folding her arms.
If you smile at everyone," she said, "how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me?"
"How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little.
Not like myself, Cath thought.
"Like an idiot," she said softly. "And like I never want it to stop.
Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' 'How
He is never more beautiful to me than when he is livid.
Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.
This Chocolate Orgasm is the best chocolate ice cream I've
ever had."
"Mikey helped with that one," Dahlia heard herself say.
Mari Belle laughed, a light, pretty sound. "I sense his
influence in the Hazel's Nuts.
She is deranged," I said, "but so so playful.
One boy had drawn a perfect isosceles triangle on every single page- meticulously, it was emphasized. Meticulously was a chilling touch: meticulousness, we knew, was just one step away from full-blown lunacy.
I'll get you back for this," Mari whispered to MacRieve. "I don't have to use magick to make you sorry for trying to humiliate me."
"I thought your 'tube of lipstick' might bring you round. And I dinna even have to turn it on."
Her cheeks burned anew. "Are you done?"
"Canna say.
You drive me crazy!"
"You were always crazy. I just highlight it.
sometimes find it difficult to control my indignation in the presence of absurdity." She
Cynicism is an unpleasant way of saying the truth.
Sharp. Intense. Powerful. Intoxicating.
Just like Killian.
Damn it all.
Before she could stop herself, Sadie took an involuntary step back.
Killian countered, taking one step closer, and his lips tilted into a lopsided grin.
Shit on a stick.
How annoying.
Like a one eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store.
He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob."
I say nothing.
"He's a paragon schnitzophonic."
"He's what?!"
"Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al.
"You mean paranoid schizophrenic?"
"Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter ...