Quotes About Madhouse

Do you know with whom you are presently speaking?' Woland asked the visitor. Whose guest are you? 'I do,' replied the master, 'my neighbour in the madhouse was that boy, Ivan Homeless. He told me about you.' 'Ah, yes, yes,' Woland responded, 'I had the pleasure of meeting that young man at the Patriarch's Ponds. He almost drove me mad myself, proving to me that I don't exist. But you do believe that it is really I?

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

you have to accept this reality as the madhouse walls bulge break and the terrified insane flood our ugly streets. you have to accept terrible reality.

I've always said if you want to find out who your friends are go to a madhouse or jail. and if you want to find out where love is not be a perpetual loser.

if you want to find out who your friends are go to a madhouse or jail. and if you want to find out where love is not be a perpetual loser.

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

Christ told the rich young man to sell all he had," Ernest said bitterly. "The Bishop obeyed Christ's injunction and got locked up in a madhouse. Times have changed since Christ's day. A rich man to-day who gives all he has to the poor is crazy. There is no discussion. Society has spoken.

Once you start seeing this place for the madhouse it is, you can't stop seeing it that way. It's everywhere, everyone. It doesn't make any sense. That's not life. It can't be. I don't know what it is, but it's not life.

When you get to my age, and I'm 66 now, you realize that the world is a madhouse and that most people are operating in fantasy anyway. So once you realise that, it doesn't bother you much.

Weed, are you familiar with the work of Carl Linnaeus? His Systema Naturae describes a classification system for all growing things." Weed's eyes dart everywhere, probing every corner. "Unless he visited the madhouse, I never met him," he replies.

Is not all the stupid chatter of most of our newspapers the babble of fools who suffer from the fixed idea of morality, legality, christianity and so forth, and only seem to go about free because the madhouse in which they walk takes in so broad a space?

City is a madhouse! Don't stay there too much or you get mad! Go to the nature, to the Temple of the Clever!

So I said to Arnold: "I'm cutting out of this madhouse." So they said: "Wait just a couple of minutes, because we're going to have a rehearsal." You'd think they were being married on television...