Quotes About Madness

Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

Perhaps all of us are crazy, Ona says. Of course we're all crazy, says Mejal. How can we not be?

Svi su se složili kako mi se nešto poremetilo u mozgu i kako sa mnom ne stoji baš najbolje ni najnormalnije bit ?e da sam poludio, kad sam prestao misliti njihovom logikom.

I push against the tree and run away, stumbling, the unreal night playing with me, gravity pulling from below, behind, above, making me fall. And I run through a world that is rotating, conscious of the earth's spin, of our planet twirling as it careens through nothingness, of the stars spiraling above, of the uncertainty of everything, even ground, even sky. Mumtaz never calls out, although a thousand and one voices scream in my mind, sing, whisper, taunt me with madness.

If only talking to oneself did not look mad, no day would go by without my being heard growling to myself. - you silly shit!

The halls of academia are like the halls of a madhouse at midnight.

You do not know the madness of scholarly curiosity, Mr Webster. To be interested, and at the same time disinterested…

The solitude of writing is also quite frightening. It's quite close to madness, one just disappears for a day and loses touch.

To make matters worse, Linda, it appears, is madly in love with a monster of a Scotsman, who came to dinner last night in his kilt. Those hairy old knees decided us. The Mountains I can bear, said Loudie. Natives in the semi-nude at dinner time is another matter. I leave tomorrow.

the kentish week-enders on their way to church were appalled by the sight of four great hounds in full cry after two little girls. My uncle seemed to them like a wicked lord of fiction, and I became more than ever surrounded with an aura of madness, badness, and dangerousness for their children to know.

There is method to her madness!

What industry calls innovation, in other words, looks more like the final suicidal throes of addiction. We are blasting the bedrock of our continents, pumping our water with toxins, lopping off mountaintops, scraping off boreal forests, endangering the deep ocean, and scrambling to exploit the melting Arctic—all to get at the last drops and the final rocks. Yes, some very advanced technology is making this possible, but it's not innovation, it's madness.

To allow arcane trade law, which has been negotiated with scant public scrutiny, to have this kind of power over an issue so critical to humanity's future is a special kind of madness. As Nobel Prize–winning economist Joseph Stiglitz puts it, "Should you let a group of foolish lawyers, who put together something before they understood these issues, interfere with saving the planet?

I email a friend in Seattle, a prominent environmentalist, to ask him how he is faring in the smoke. He reports that the birds have stopped singing, and he is mad all the time. At least I'm not the only one.

Pain is real when you can get other people to believe in it. If no one believes it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria or your own unfeminine inadequacy.

Even the love of study can make people unbelievably selfish; the passion for research can make men as mad and blind as termites in their dark tunnel.

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

Patience is the mother of all virtues and the godmother of madness

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

A madman is one who considers himself sane and thinks that fools don't belong in his rank.

Sabe el loco que está loco? ¿O los locos son los demás, que se empeñan en convencerle de su sinrazón para salvaguardar su existencia de quimeras?

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist on convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality? Juli

Julián me había dicho alguna vez que un relato es una carta que el autor se escribe a sí mismo para contarse cosas que de otro modo no podría averiguar. Hacía tiempo que Julián se preguntaba si había perdido la razón. ¿Sabe el loco que está loco?