Quotes About Madhouse

I was glad of it, he repeated, emphatically. You may be surprised at it, but then you haven't gone through the experience I've had of her. I can tell you, it was something to remember. Of course, I got off scot free myself—as you can see. She did her best to break up my pluck for me tho'. She jolly near drove as fine a fellow as ever lived into a madhouse. What do you say to that—eh?

England is nothing but the last ward of the European madhouse, and quite possibly it will prove to be the ward for particularly violent cases.

Let It Go It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange. The more things happen to you the more you can't Tell or remember even what they were. The contradictions cover such a range. The talk would talk and go so far aslant. You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.

He figured somewhere in these territories there was an enormous madhouse whose keeper had thrown up his hands in disgusted defeat and flung wide the portals so these twisted folk could descend like locusts on the countryside.

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?' I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. 'You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this.' 'Is it because you loved me?' I persisted. 'Or because you do not?

Why is it you sent me to the madhouse?" I said. Reluctantly, he raised his head. "You are out now. I don't see the point in asking this." "Is it because you loved me?" I persisted. "Or because you do not?

I could have been a superstar in America - I was certainly taken out there. But I said, 'No way, Jose, I'm not staying here in this madhouse.'

Theory is the essence of facts. Without theory scientific knowledge would be only worthy of the madhouse.

one of the great dangers of life is too much possibility, and that the place where we find people who have succumbed to this danger is the madhouse

conditioning?" Del said. "What do you want to bet the library's a madhouse too?" Faz said.

Forgive yourself for being a human creature, Ramezay. That is the beginning of wisdom; that is part of what is meant by the fear of God; and for you it is the only way to save your sanity. Begin now, or you will end up with your saint in the madhouse.

Society is a madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police.

In modern life the world belongs to the stupid, the insensitive and the disturbed. The right to live and triumph is today earned with the same qualifications one requires to be interned in a madhouse: amorality, hypomania and an incapacity for thought.

The human soul is a madhouse of the grotesque.

The right to live and triumph is today earned with the same qualifications one requires to be interned in a madhouse: amorality, hypomania and an incapacity for thought.

Viewed from the summit of reason, all life looks like a malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

Madness suddenly ceases to be a refuge and becomes incarnate in the shattering sky and all his surroundings in the presence of which reason, already struck dumb, can only bow the head. Does the madman find solace at such moments, as his thoughts like cannonballs crash through his brain, in the exquisite beauty of the madhouse garden?

Viewed from the summit of reason, all life looks like a malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.

Miss Evans was a scornful Max Reinhardt saint... She left the room, her hips provocative and fluid. page 270 Murder In The Madhouse/ by Jonathan Latimer

The world is a collective madhouse, its inhabitants are merely faking sanity. It is critical to becoming aware of these aberrations, for pretensions can be the enemy of love.

The world of native savages was a perfect setting for men who had escaped the reality of civilization. Under a merciless sun, surrounded by an entirely hostile nature, they were confronted with human beings who, living without the future of a purpose and the past of an accomplishment, were as incomprehensible as the inmates of a madhouse.

One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst…crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)