Rush Limbaugh Quotes

I've been outta my mind a long time.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

I found solitary confinement the most forbidding aspect of prison life. There is no end and no beginning; there is only one's mind, which can begin to play tricks. Was that a dream or did it really happen? One begins to question everything.

Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn't just jump over and have done with it.

I think I am mad sometimes.

They've lost their minds.

I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

He suddenly became convinced that if he didn’t do something sensible, something to put his mind to some use, then before he knew it he would be wondering round the streets having fights with himself and inviting domestic animals to social occasions too.

Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.

I didn't think my day could get any worse until my best friend told me she might be going crazy. Again.

Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.

Bridget who is crazy said that sometimes she thought about suicide when commercials come on during TV. She was sincere and this puzzled the guidance counselors.

And if my mind breaks up In all so many ways I know the meaning of The words, "I love you

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. 'Madness' is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.

The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.

When you live with voices in your head, you are drawn inextricably to voices outside your head. Very often the voices work to confirm your worst suspicions. Or think of things you could never have imagined! There are only so many hours of the day to hate yourself.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

Mind is a broken mirror.

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

I was telling some people in my dressing room some of my other stories, my psychotic break, and blah, blah, blah, and no, they kind of look at you and it's just not what they wanted to hear.

...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

Too sick and freaked out not to want a bullet for every passer by, too sick and freaked out to breathe, too sick and freaked out to care, too sick and freaked out to think of anything but the annihilation of my mind and denial of my life. So sick and freaked out that I think everyone is my friend.

Crazy isn´t always what they say it is. It´s not always the old woman wearing sneakers and a skirt and a scarf, wandering around with a shopping cart, hollering at no one, nothing, tumbling through years in her head. No. Sometimes it is a girl wearing boots and jeans and a sweater, arms crossed in front of her, shivering, wandering through the streets at night, all night, murmuring to no one, nothing, tumbling through the strange unreal dimensions in her head.