Examples of using "Follia" in a sentence and their english translations:
Absolute madness, it's crazy!
Madness!
Madness. Awesome.
This is crazy!
(Announcement) Absolute madness! It's crazy!
* Cracking and crackling * Simply madness!
And it's like, "Okay, now, this is too crazy."
I'm a schnitzel lover. - madness!
- It would be madness to climb that mountain in winter.
- It would be stupid to climb that mountain in the winter.
- It would be crazy to climb that mountain in the winter.
The madness has yet to begin.
doing something crazy, between two conferences,
is to expect and design for crazy.
Is even completely degradable. - designer cutlery. Madness!
There's a fine line between genius and insanity.
My brother almost drove me crazy.
It would be madness to climb that mountain in winter.
Hope is the greatest of our follies.
Sometimes it's a good thing to have a touch of madness.
- This is insanity.
- This is lunacy.
Who lives without folly is not so wise as he thinks.
Ladies and gentlemen, what it tells us, there is a method to the madness.
And then these tiny houses, I've never seen them like this before. Madness!
- and a lot of people think this is crazy but I stand by it 100% -
Madness is something rare in individuals — but in groups, parties, peoples, ages it is the rule.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.