Quotes About Madness

He was mad, and for that, we have reason to be glad. A truly savage irony, on which it is discomforting to dwell.

There are always some lunatics about. It would be a dull world without them.

I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies, but not the madness of people.

Insanity is a state of profound self-absorption.

A powerfully imagined event can evoke the same emotions as a real event. Few artists would contradict this, and yet there no doubt people who would find it odd that a fiction, when fully imagined, can create something parallel to the disruptions in madness, but what Freud called "sublimation" is the transformation of inner dramas, fears, and wounds into something else: a work of art outside the body of the artist.

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

The New York fashion scene is crazy, madness, but I love the energy.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

O love, what strange and wonderful fits: one sole thing, one beauty alone, can give me life and deprive me of wits.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...

My perfect girl would be pretty mad, but one you can have a conversation with. No one can be too mad for me, the madder the better. I love a crazy chick!

You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

We agreed to love each other madly.

Here at CBS, spring also means March Madness. I love the name March Madness. I'm glad the PC police haven't made us change March Madness to early spring psychosis.

Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

As the cat lapses into savagery by night, and barbarously explores the dark, so primal and titanic is a woman with the love madness.

Religious ecstasy is a madness of thought freed of its bodily bonds, whereas in the ecstasy of love, the forces of twin natures unite, blend and embrace one another.

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

I wanted to see something in full daylight; I was sated with the pleasure and comfort of the half light; I had the same desire for the daylight as for water and air. And if seeing was fire, I required the plenitude of fire, and if seeing would infect me with madness, I madly wanted that madness.

Sendak is in search of what he calls a yummy death. William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. A happy death, says Sendak. It can be done. He lifts his eyebrows to two peaks. If you're William Blake and totally crazy.

DNA, you know, is Midas' gold. Everyone who touches it goes mad