Quotes About Madness

Fear defeated me. And yet, not in faith and not in madness but with the courage I thought my dream deserved, I stepped outside.

Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!

Unhappy man! Do you share my madness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!

Do you share my madness?

avoided explanation, and maintained a continual silence concerning the wretch I had created. I had a feeling that I should be supposed mad, and this for ever chained my tongue, when I would have given the whole world to have confided the fatal secret.

The tranquillity which I now enjoyed did not endure. Memory brought madness with it; and

In a fit of enthusiastic madness I created a rational creature, and was bound towards him, to assure, as far as was in my power, his happiness and well-being. This was my duty

Books inspire a man to embrace the world or flee it. They start wars and end them. They make the men and women who write and publish them vast fortunes, and nearly as quickly can drive them into madness and despair. Stay away from what you do not fathom from now on...

The boundary between being an exile and being mad seemed to be a fine one... losing one's rightful place in the world could mean losing one's mind.

I have both held and beheld unlimited power and of it I know but one thing. It drives men mad.' - Alexander the Great

Every age, as Allan Bloom observed, is blind to its own worst madness.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

It was a deathtrap, a meandering thread of madness. It suggested that there was something about English people that she may never understand.

We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.—Henry James

What I had madly possessed," he informs us, "was not she, but my own creation, another fanciful Lolita—perhaps, more real than Lolita . . . having no will, no consciousness—indeed no real life of her own.

proof of people's capacity to harness ingenuity in the service of madness.

You mean magic is predicated on hope?" "Hope," [Antryg] said, "and belief in life. We move blindly from second to second through time. Hope and magic both involve the casting forward of the soul. In a way, both magic and hope are a kind of madness.

I can still feel in my bones how being mad was the one thing holding me together.

I suppose it is in our nature," she said finally. "When men fear the loss of what they know, they will follow any tyrant who promises to restore the old order." "If that is our nature, then nature is madness. These are more dangerous times than we ever have known." *

When men fear the loss of what they know, they will follow any tyrant who promises to restore the old order." "If that is our nature, then nature is madness. These are more dangerous times than we ever have known." *

There's no more blood here to give, just war wounds. Madness. A world of pain, looking to be killed.

If that is our nature, then nature is madness. These are more dangerous times than we ever have known.

When men fear the loss of what they know, they will follow any tyrant who promises to restore the old order." "If that is our nature, then nature is madness. These are more dangerous times than we ever have

My people are dead of trying, or headed that way, addicted as we are to keeping ourselves alive. There's no more blood here to give, just war wounds. Madness. A world of pain, looking to be killed.