Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous
old lunatic quotes, lunatic sayings, and lunatic proverbs, collected over the years from a variety
of sources.
I'm the queen of lies / Living too fast I forget to die / My mind is like lunatic black magic groove / I can't control my mouth or my moves / Who poisoned my mind / With these venomous thoughts / Who makes me feel this love for my insane mind / I'm the queen of danger / Lunatic black magic groove / From full power speed to insane gloom / Lunatic black magic groove / Feel so alive / And the next day I'm doomed.Sapata
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Say hello to the lunatic men / Tell them your secrets / They're like the grave / Oh, what have you done? / Oh, what have you done? / Love is lost, lost is love / You know so much, it's making you cry / You refuse to talk but you think like mad / You've cut out your soul and the face of thought / Oh, what have you done? / Oh, what have you done?David Bowie
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Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet how lost / To all that gladdens the fair earth; the eye / That watched her being; the maternal care / That kept and nourished her; and the calm light / That steals from our own thoughts, and softly rests / On youth's green vallies and smooth-sliding waters. / Alas! few suns of life, and fewer winds, / Had withered or had wasted the fresh rose / That bloomed upon her cheek; but one chill frost / Came in that early Autumn, when ripe thought / Is rich and beautiful, and blighted it; / And the fair stalk grew languid day by day, / And drooped -- and drooped, and shed its many leaves. / 'Tis said that some have died of love; and some, / Love's passionate feelings and heart-wasting cares, / have spurned life's threshold with a desperate foot: / And others have gone mad,-- and she was one!--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sang old Tom the lunatic / That sleeps under the canopy: / 'What change has put my thoughts astray / And eyes that had so keen a sight? / What has turned to smoking wick / Nature's pure unchanging light? / 'Huddon and Duddon and Daniel O'Leary. / Holy Joe, the beggar-man, / Wenching, drinking, still remain / Or sing a penance on the road; / Something made these eyeballs weary / That blinked and saw them in a shroud. / 'Whatever stands in field or flood, / Bird, beast, fish or man, / Mare or stallion, cock or hen, / Stands in God's unchanging eye / In all the vigour of its blood; / In that faith I live or die.William Butler Yeats
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