Quotes About Madness

Ich hatte zwar einen Laptop, doch er brauchte ewig zum Hochfahren – über eine Minute. Demnach war ich gezwungen, mir ohne Informationen über die Umweltbedingungen Kleider auszusuchen. Der helle Wahnsinn.

The Frenchwoman threw up her hands and apostrophised heaven. To this day she believes that all the bonnes of Oxford are mad, but mad, and of a madness.

Si tous les hommes se mettaient à chercher une explication à la folie de leurs actes, il y a longtemps qu'il n'y aurait plus d'aventuriers.

My anger, because I am old, is considered a sign of madness or senility. Is this not cruel? Are we to be deprived even of righteous anger? Is even irritability to be treated as a "symptom"? There

We are wolves of the guard, soldiers of the light. Hunted and haunted,by the beasts of night. Friend to all and foe to none, Love and loyalty bind us as one. Time and tide shall heal all wounds Memories and madness shall not consume. To death and despair we shall never surrender, The pact never to be forsaken, or torn asunder.

Then he heard a wild, high-pitched cackling that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. It wasn't sane, that laugh. In fact, it was the laughter of someone who never had more than a nodding acquaintance with sanity.

Your Grandfather, said Vanyel's brawny 15 year-old cousin Radevel, was Crazy.

Madness, not just physical abuse, was the punishment for too much talk if you were female. Yet even as this fear of madness haunted me, hanging over my writing like a monstrous shadow, I could not stop the words making thought, writing speech. For this terrible madness which I feared, which I was sure was the destiny of daring women born to intense speech (after all, the authorities emphasized this point daily), was not as threatening as imposed silence, as suppressed speech.

Ma certo che non sei malato di mente, solo un pazzo vorrebbe tornare in guerra. Invece che all'infermità, diciamo agli avvocati di appellarsi alla momentanea sanità mentale, che ne pensi? Sei troppo sano di mente per tornare in guerra, Billy Lynn ha ritrovato la lucidità. E' il resto del paese che è matto, a volerlo rispedire al fronte.

podía calcular los movimientos de los cuerpos celestiales, pero no la locura de la gente». Newton

Bentley Little

People talking on handless devices always remind me of mental patients talking to themselves.

Madness ends sometimes. The Gods decree it, not man.

Love's madness, swinging from ecstasy to despair in one wild second.

And afterwards, you recall little, except the blows that so nearly killed you. You work and push and stab to make an opening in their shield wall. And then you grunt and lunge and slash to widen the gap. And only then does the madness take over. As the enemy breaks and you can begin to kill like a god. Because the enemy is scared and running or scared and frozen. And all they can do is die while you harvest souls.

That joy. That madness. The gods must feel this way every moment of every day. It is as if the world slows. You see the attacker, you see him shouting, though you hear nothing, and you know what he will do, and all his movements are so slow and yours are so quick, and in that moment you can do no wrong and you will live forever and your name will be blazoned across the heavens in a glory of white fire because you are the god of battle.

Men do not relish the shield wall. They do not rush to death's embrace. You look ahead and see the overlapping shields, the helmets, the glint of axes and spears and swords, and you know you must go into the reach of those blades, into the place of death, and it takes time to summon the courage, to heat the blood, to let the madness overtake caution.

His men howled with him. They were caught up in Baird's madness. At this hour, under the fire of the sun and emboldened by the arrack and rum they had drunk in their long wait in the trenches, the redcoats and sepoys had become gods of war. They gave death with impunity as they followed a warmaddened Scotsman down an enemy wall that was sticky with blood. Baird would have his city or else he would die in its dust.

It was madness. And, as Finan had said, sometimes madness works.

Be mad enough, his father once said, and they will either lock you away or make you a saint.

Madness has a purpose! It's a gift from the Gods, and like all their gifts it comes with a price

In madness lies change, in change is opportunity and in opportunity are riches.

Bravery is overcoming fear," I said, "and I don't know how you do that. Duty helps a little, experience, of course, and not letting down your comrades helps a lot, but really bravery is a kind of madness.

Alfred would not listen. He was a clever man, perhaps as clever as any man born, but he did not understand battle. He did not understand that battle is not just about numbers, it is not about moving tall pieces, and it is not even about who has the advantage in ground, but about passion and madness and a screaming, ungovernable rage.