Manic Quotes

“I compare myself with my former self, not with others. Not only that, I tend to compare my current self with the best I have been, which is when I have been midly manic. When I am my present "normal" self, I am far removed from when I have been my liveliest, most productive, most intense, most outgoing and effervescent. In short, for myself, I am a hard act to follow.”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“But money spent while manic doesn't fit into the Internal Revenue Service concept of medical expense or business loss. So after mania, when most depressed, you're given excellent reason to be even more so.”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“The doctor’s words made me understand what happened to me was a dark, evil, and shameful secret, and by association I too was dark, evil, and shameful. While it may not have been their intention, this was the message my clouded mind received. To escape the confines of the hospital, I once again disassociated myself from my emotions and numbed myself to the pain ravaging my body and mind. I acted as if nothing was wrong and went back to performing the necessary motions to get me from one day to the next. I existed but I did not live.”
― Alyssa Reyans, Letters from a Bipolar Mother

“[ ] manic sex isn't really intercourse. It's dicourse, just another way to ease the insatiable need for contact and communication. In place of words, I simply spoke with my skin.”
― Terri Cheney, Manic: A Memoir

“When my mind plays tricks on me I can deal. But when my mind plays tricks on my mind I can not tell what's real”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

“I mean, that's at least in part why I ingested chemical waste - it was a kind of desire to abbreviate myself. To present the CliffNotes of the emotional me, as opposed to the twelve-column read.
I used to refer to my drug use as putting the monster in the box. I wanted to be less, so I took more - simple as that. Anyway, I eventually decided that the reason Dr. Stone had told me I was hypomanic was that he wanted to put me on medication instead of actually treating me. So I did the only rational thing I could do in the face of such as insult - I stopped talking to Stone, flew back to New York, and married Paul Simon a week later.”
― Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking

“Her parents, she said, has put a pinball machine inside her head when she was five years old. The red balls told her when she should laugh, the blue ones when she should be silent and keep away from other people; the green balls told her that she should start multiplying by three. Every few days a silver ball would make its way through the pins of the machine. At this point her head turned and she stared at me; I assumed she was checking to see if I was still listening. I was, of course. How could one not? The whole thing was bizarre but riveting. I asked her, What does the silver ball mean? She looked at me intently, and then everything went dead in her eyes. She stared off into space, caught up in some internal world. I never found out what the silver ball meant.”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“In the terms of 'Mental Illness' Isn't stable a place they put horses that wish to run free?”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

“I'm heavily medicated yet happily manic, I've been stuck on hypo mania for years.”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich, Stantasyland: Quips Quotes and Quandaries

“I am not manic-just happy. It has been such a long time since I was happy. Please join me on my magic carpet for now.”
― Barbara Field Benziger

“Few things are strong enough to survive that deadly clash of mania and depression. Certainly not love. Love is far too fragile: it is a picture window, just begging to be shattered.”
― Terri Cheney

“I get happy and I get sad,
just like anybody else
but they call this a disorder.”
― Casey Renee Kiser, The Moon Said No

“All serious poker players try to minimize their tells, obviously. There are a couple ways to go about this. One is the robotic approch: where your face becomes a mask and your voice a monotone, at least while the hand is being played. . . . The other is the manic method, where you affect a whole bunch of tics, twitches, and expressions, and mix them up with a river of insane babble. The idea is to overwhelm your opponents with clues, so they can't sort out what's going on. This approach can be effective, but for normal people it's hard to pull off. (If you've spent part of your life in an institution, this method may come naturally.)”
― Dan Harrington, Harrington on Hold 'em: Expert Strategy for No-Limit Tournaments, Volume I: Strategic Play

“My brother, my little brother, he's soooo perfect, but he's - he doesn't like food, like, literally doesn't like food, or, I don't know, he loves it. He loves is so much that it has to be perfect all the time, you know?"

"And then one day he got se fed up with himself, he was like, he was so annoyed, he hated how much he loved food, yeah, so he thought it would be better if there wasn't any food." I start laughing so much that my eyes water. "But that's so silly! Because you've got to eat food or you'll die, won't you? So my brother, Charles, Charlie, he, he thought it would be better if he just got it over with then and there! So last year, he-" I hold up my wrist and point at it- "he hurt himself. And he wrote me this card afterwards, telling me he was really sorry and he didn't mean it to happen. But it did happen.”
― Alice Oseman, Solitaire

“A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“But instability like mine needs considerable distance to pass for mere quirkiness.”
― Terri Cheney

“I'm not manic-just happy. It has been such a long time since I was happy. Please join me on my magic carpet for now.”
― Barbara Field Benziger

“Когато Ленард оставаше насаме, потокът информация, който го заливаше, беше още по-пълноводен. Нямаше кой да го разсейва. Докато крачеше сам, мислите в главата му се сгъстиха като самолети над бостънското летище "Лоугън". Имаше един-два презокеански лайнера, пълни с големи идеи, флотилия от "Боинг 707", натежали от товар сензитивни усещания (цветът на небето, мирисът на морето), както и по-малки самолетчета, превозващи откъслечни импулси, предпочели да пътуват инкогнито. Всички тези самолети искаха разрешение за незабавно кацане. От контролната кула в главата си Ленард комуникираше със самолетите по радиото, като едни от тях инструктираше да продължават да кръжат над летището, а други отклоняваше към други летища. Трафикът не спираше нито за миг; задачата му беше да координира постоянния поток от кацащи летателни апарати от мига на събуждането си до лягането за сън. Но сега, след две седмици, прекарани на международното летище "Маниакална енергия", вече минаваше за ветеран. Като проследяваше движението на радара пред себе си, Ленард можеше да приземи всеки самолет по разписание, като в същото време пускаше по някоя попържня към колегата на съседния стол, който безгрижно си ядеше сандвича. Всичко това си беше обичайна част от служебните му ангажименти.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides

“My plan to conquer your world and the rest of the transdimensional multiverse is tomfoolery, but it is certainly not delusion.”
― Aaron Kyle Andresen, How Dad Found Himself in the Padded Room: A Bipolar Father's Gift For The World

“Sometimes my mind snaps under all this stimulation and I enter a sort of fugue state in which I manically click from one window to another without accomplishing anything. It's hard to break out of this; the feeling is remarkably similar to the sense of being powerless to stop eating spoonful after spoonful of ice cream.”
― Nathanael Johnson, Unseen City: The Majesty of Pigeons, the Discreet Charm of Snails & Other Wonders of the Urban Wilderness