Kid Cudi Quotes

My thoughts are ridiculously loud and fast.

The mind is continuously running around. It never sits, it can't sit. Sitting seems to be death to it, and in a way it is.

My mind is always racing with ideas or things I should be doing.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

The wheels are spinning in my head all the time.

I've one of those brains that doesn't quieten down.

It is amazing how many thoughts can race through your head in a minute.

GET RID OF MEANING. YOUR MIND IS A NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BEEN EATING YOU: NOW EAT YOUR MIND.

The Lord is a good psychologist: he knows the way our minds run. Turmoil can be the Lord's way of tapping us on the shoulder and saying, 'Don't forget me.'

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.

But I confess that "my mind to me a kingdom is" - not! Rather it is a fantastical republic, daily troubled by more revolutions than ever occurred in South America.

Paradise is within you, in your state of no-mind. And hell is also within you, in your very mind.

Two days like icebergs bleak, blank, half-melting, all frigid, mainly out of sight, and definitely a threat to peace of mind drifted by and were good to put behind.

...when you resist what happens, your mind begins to race; the same thoughts that impinge upon you are actually created by you.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind' -- the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.

Nothing can be so quick and sudden as the operations of the mind, especially when hope, or fear, or jealousy, to which the other two are but journeymen, set it to work.

Now for the hitch in Jane's character,' he said at last, speaking more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak. 'The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is. Now for vexation, and exasperation, and endless trouble!

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.

When I want to go to sleep, I must first get a whole menagerie of voices to shut up. You wouldn't believe what a racket they make in my room.

I can't shut my brain off. It's like a hamster wheel." ~ Justin

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.