The place where optimism flourishes most is the lunatic asylum.
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The place where optimism flourishes the most is the lunatic asylum.
quote by Havelock Ellis
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The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.
quote by Henry Ellis
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If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
quote by Roberto Bolano
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A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows us that faith proves nothing.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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The whole religious complexion of the modern world is due to the absence from Jerusalem of a lunatic asylum.
quote by Thomas Paine
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Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Shoestring as a Necktie and I hurried for the interview
Jumped into the doubledecker
And go to the Lunatic Asylum
For the Security Officer interview,
An old Man seated beside me, smiled
And he's very familiar.
'Hey! Young boy you must be working to a space project
I can trace from your face if I am not mistaken?
Where were all these night stars
Hide in daytime? '
Both of us got down at the same bus stop!
He proceeded to the outpatient ward
And I stood in front of the office.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dont Ya Rile Em
Im seeing how boring it gets
Back where the sun never sets
And a day is really two days
I was feeling so tired inside
My eeys were stitched open so wide
It was making me kind of uptight
Oh yeah
All right
And the power man says
Dont ya rile em
Going asylum
Dont ya rile em
Going asylum
Tonight
Tonight
Ive been working my way back to sane
Its coming back to me again
Old navigational ways
Back in time where I belong
Theyre playing my favorite song
That whistling meteorite
Oh yeah
All right
And the power man says
Dont ya rile em
Going asylum
Gont ya rile em
Going asylum
Gont ya rile em
Going asylum
Tonight
Tonight
song performed by by Frank Black
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There's probably a little greater case for pessimism than optimism. But I do not rule out optimism.
There is only one optimist. He has been here since man has been on this earth, and that is man himself. If we hadn't had such a magnificent optimism to carry us through all these things, we wouldn't be here. We have survived it on our optimism.
quote by Edward Steichen
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The lunatic and the great.
I dream at night what the lunatic does in day.
I do in day what the great do at night
I am neither lunatic nor the great.
I am either lunatic or the great yet.
19.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.
Maureen Johnson in Let It Snow (2012)
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Abandoned and Decayed
Abandoned and decayed
Springfield lunatic asylum
It used to be where she laid
It used to be her home.
Ghosts of her childhood past
Still scream in Anger there
But silence the sounds, she must!
Or they might incarcerate her.
Shhhh! Do you hear her beating heart?
Fear does not make a sound!
Can you touch the Pain she imparts?
In rage all her Hurt can be found.
Abandoned and decayed
Who found solace in the dark
What a price for her life she paid!
Such a broken Soul there to mark!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Asylum Earth
Frustrated I stood in front
of the God to Pray,
And asked him why lunatics
are increasing day by day.
Why there is scarcity
of people in a synagogue,
Why popping up of
Prozac is in a vogue.
Why people look as they
are coming from morgue,
Why all minds are clouded
by the depression’s fog.
Then, God appeared suddenly
with his mischievous smile,
And he started to speak
in his inimitable style:
“Son! this earth is nothing
but asylum of the universe
But for marketing my poets
described it in beautiful verse.
But most fools are the people
who claim to be wise,
And labors to turn this asylum
in a pretty paradise.
But thing which fills me
with a gaiety and mirth,
Is your construction of an
asylum within an asylum earth.”
“Do you know why this asylum
earth is devoid of joy and fun?
Because men who turned wise
are poisoned or shot by guns.
Unless and until you
immediately rectify your error,
This earth cannot be freed from
madness, anxiety and terror.
Benumbed by god’s answer
I immediately left his premise,
In order to prevent becoming
one more mad wise.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
11/01/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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I Dream of a Place Beyond
I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the bounds of this crumbling world.
A place where the sound of laughter lightens up the day
And the sound of falling tears lingers no more.
I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the shattering blast of lost hope
And the renewed spirit of life
Of peace and of restored trust.
I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the decaying stench of lost life
Beyond the destruction of optimism.
I dream of a place beyond
I dream of home.
poem by Tiffny Rhodius
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One stop shopping; A Nightmare
A man simply waiting outside for the right moment till the electronic door opens.
But it's a public holiday and he knows nothing about holidays
As he's nearly senile.
He holds a chit prescribed by a famous doctor who practices in a lunatic asylum.
He waited there until tomorrow
And when the door opens he rushed inside.
He gave the prescription to the counter.
'I am sorry the capsules named 'Happiness' is out of date Grandpa!
But I can provide you a substitute named 'Sadness' a sugar coated pill.' A young salesgirl said.
* ' The time for bickering is over' The President insists.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The whole country is one vast insane asylum and they're letting the worst patients run the place.
quote by Robert Welch
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The Poems Of John Clare
For years in Northampton mental asylum he battled his ghosts of despair
His Nation's finest poet of Nature the marvellous wordsmith John Clare
So many of his poems are relevant today
The one who loved Nature with words had a way.
The Helpston he grew up in not a cultural place
And though in that old Village his was a known face
They little realized the fame to them he'd bring
That poetry lovers World wide his praises would sing.
Without him less people of Helpston would know
The great poet of Nature of centuries ago
He died in Northampton mental asylum in dire poverty
Yet is there one greater Nature poet than he?
His flora and fauna poems have passed scrutiny's test
And as a Nature poet he was surely the best
Into the soul of Nature it seemed he could see
And his verses have outlived his mortality.
He never did enjoy his literary renown
And he died in the asylum in Northampton Town
But he was a true poet and his type are so rare
And old Helpston lives on in the poems of John Clare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Never Before Seen in Eyes That Sparkle
The teaching of one accustomed,
To hiding in the shadows
That a reaching for stars,
Will lift a broken heart
To begin a mending,
That slowly ends
A feeling of desperation.
Does more for the confidence,
Of the one who convinces.
Something witnessed,
Flourishes with encouragement.
And the dawn
That removes a darkness once held
Sheds with a renewed freshness
That inspires two,
In a development of a closer relationship.
Unexpected.
A light never before seen in eyes that sparkle,
Is felt.
And a melting so obvious becomes shared.
Something witnessed,
Flourishes with encouragement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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