Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.
When I end up yelling, it's not really deliberate. It's usually out of some moment of passion or frustration or real desire to get unstuck.
It's very rare that people let me hop off the crazy wagon.
I'm losing control."-Brittany Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex
I suddenly realized I was racing around so much, I could never catch up with my life
One day when a linesman starts to laugh I swear I will hit the guy over the head with my racket. I think it will be the end of my career, but I will be happy.
I think it's an interesting thing to watch when a person is trying to keep it together and then ultimately when they do lose it a little bit.
The older I got, the more apparent it became that my mother was losing control over me. She fought back fiercely with black moods, silent treatments and martyrdom. And, of course, all she did was run my ass out of the house even quicker. The pressure was unbearable.
By the end of 'Game Change,' one feels that the candidates' few happy moments are those when they 'lose it.'
he challenge is finding the modern conduit for the audience, having fun and really looking at the duality of this particular character, that is both devil and angel, and on the cusp of losing control of the pagan background, to this newfangled religion called Christianity. There's a great backdrop there, and just a whole dark side with the magic.
Power does seep away from the President in his second term.
Reagan, Ford, Nixon, Clinton
Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair.
I'm scared to be political. You get too powerful, and more people try to take you out.
If you could count the skeletons in my closet, under my bed and up under my faucet, then you would know I've completely lost it. Is he nuts? No he's insane!
You had to come back to learn how to lose yourself, to be pilot and stray-witch, Hansel and Gretel in one.
What you gotta understand is, in this conversation and in our fight, you're not in control.
The sky is falling. No, I'm tipping over backwards.
My life is in shambles. It is crazy. It couldn't get any crazier. I'm just trying to stay sane.
That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.
We're going off the rails on a crazy train.
I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.
When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been missing.
Renko has just about had it. Pretty soon somebody will come out of the dugout with a fork and get him.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone,” I said diplomatically. Unless that person turns your world upside down and makes you lose all self-control.
I remember sitting in my room and thinking of where it all went wrong and how I ended up losing control of everything, and I realized I hadn't asked myself one question: And then what? That was my most important lesson. I learned to think about the consequences before the action and that saves me, to this day, from a lot of trouble. If you play it down the line, you'll start making better choices.