Quotes About Sanity

They wouldn't know mad when they saw it in any case, because a good portion of the women in the Asylum were no madder than the Queen of England. Many were sane enough when sober, as their madness came out of a bottle, which is a kind I knew very well. One of them was in there to get away from her husband, who beat her black and blue, he was the mad one but nobody would lock him up;

Where was the threshold, between the inner world and the outer one? We each move unthinkingly through this gateway every day, we use the passwords of grammar-- I say, you say, he and she, it, on the other hand, does not say --paying for the privilege of sanity with common coin, with meanings we've agreed on.

I never do such things, however. I only consider them. If I did them, they would be sure I had gone mad again. Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes. …

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money.

A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, "You are mad; you are not like us."

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

I think my biggest achievement is that, after going through a rather difficult time, I consider myself comparatively sane.

Poetry, for me, is the answer to, 'How does one stay sane when private lives are being ransacked by public events?' It's something that hangs over your head all the time.

Apparently I'm introspective... levelheaded... but at the same time, absolutely insane.

If I can't play music, what am I gonna do? Music keeps people sane. When you enjoy yourself, most of the time the people who are listening to you enjoy it.

So we gave the afternoon some sanity after all and I wonder, Uncle Andrew, is life sane, as we tried to make it? Or is it insanity, as it was yesterday on the Gerard plantation? And why don't more people try to make it sane? Or if it is full of sanity for them, why do they try to rip that sanity to pieces and impose their form of insanity? Can you help me understand?

Maybe crazy is just the word we use for feelings that will not be contained.

One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness.

She understood very clearly why people go mad. Sometimes it is the only way to survive the unbearable when all other flight has been cut off. When the body cannot remove itself and emotions cannot be deadened, then the mind simply refuses to accept reality.

You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

Yes. To write a novel is to risk my sanity. The deeper I get into the suffering and conflict of the characters, into the very situations and thoughts and feelings that make the novel worthwhile, the worse I feel, and the more likely I am to be severely depressed when the book is finished. There is no avoiding this: it is the result of attempting to tell all you know, to reach for the stars, to write what matters.

Don't make a religion of reason and logic. Because in the passage of time reason may fail you and when it does, you may find yourself taking refuge in madness.

Nem tehetünk egyebet - gondolta magában -, mint küzdünk az életben maradásért, megÅ'rizzük ép elménket, és tanúként szemlélve a világot abban reménykedünk, hogy ez az egész valahogy értelmet nyer.

I told myself anything I needed to keep my sanity.

went on, sweet, and demure, and winding to a compassionate finale. I know your pain. I know. But madness isn't for you. It never was. You're the one who never goes mad.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.

Okay, I'm dreaming. Hallucinating. Brought on by stress. I had a hard day today and this is my mind trying to protect itself from…from stuff. Lots of stuff. (Geary) (Arik, Trieg, and ZT stare at Geary.) Oh, like I'm any less sane than the three of you just because I talk to myself. (Geary)