Quotes About Madness

And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. —ECCLESIASTES

And if this be madness in the multitude, it is the same in every particular man. For as in the midst of the sea, though a man perceive no sound of that part of the water next him, yet he is well assured that part contributes as much to the roaring of the sea as any other part of the same quantity: so also, though we perceive no great unquietness in one or two men, yet we may be well assured that their singular passions are parts of the seditious roaring of a troubled nation.

Passions unguided are for the most part mere madness.

The president's title as proposed by the senate was the most superlatively ridiculous thing I ever heard of. It is a proof the more of the justice of the character given by Doctr. Franklin of my friend [John Adams]: 'Always an honest man, often a great one, but sometimes absolutely mad'.

On the top of Cadair Idris, I felt how happy a man might be with a little money and a sane intellect, and reflected with astonishment and pity on the madness of the multitude.

You will lead, you will strike up the march of the future, boys will swear by your name, and thanks to your madness they will no longer need to be mad.

There had always been people who had willingly entered into illness and madness in order to win knowledge for mankind--and knowledge, having been wrested from madness, became health and, once obtained by heroic sacrifice. its possession and use were no longer conditioned by illness and madness. That was the true death on the cross.

Pois, em muitos casos, a loucura representava um relaxamento, uma vez que servia como refúgio a naturezas débeis e como medida de proteção contra golpes excessivamente graves do destino, que tais pessoas não se atreviam a suportar com lucidez.

So the man who wanders into the desert to be himself must take care that he does not go mad and become the servant of the one who dwells there in a sterile paradise of emptiness and rage.

The madman runs to the East and his keeper runs to the East, both are running to the East. Their purposes differ.

First, the desert is the country of madness. Second, it is the refuge of the devil, thrown out into the "wilderness of upper Egypt" to "wander

The point is... to live one's life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world.

Is it just this miserable fucking city, too many faces, making us crazy? Are we seeing some wholesale return of the dead?" "You'd prefer retail?

The Northern powers are more like administrators, who manipulate other people's history but produce none of their own. They are the stock-jobbers of history, lives are their units of exchange. Lives as they are lived, deaths as they are died, all that is made of flesh, blood, semen, bone, fire, pain, shit, madness, intoxication, visions, everything that has been passing down here forever, is real history.

There was nobody who could help her. Nobody in the world. They were all on something, mad, possible enemies, dead.

When you complain, you make yourself into a victim…So change the situation…leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness. ECKHART TOLLE

Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can't see anything else of her, much less anything else around her. She takes up too much space. Also she's mad. Which has nothing to do with anything. She lives in her own world because she makes the whole world hers.

We did just leave an insane asylum," Hi agreed. "For all we know, Chance spend his nights dancing naked with sock puppets, plotting to invade Canada.

So to catch a madman, we have to think like a madman?" "I wouldn't advise it," Cassie said very quietly. "That abyss is darker and colder than you can even imagine.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable

Kusanagi had met plenty of good, admirable people who'd been turned into murderers by circumstance. There was something about them he always seemed to sense, an aura that they shared. Somehow, their transgression freed them from the confines of a mortal existence, allowing them to perceive the great truths of the universe. At the same time, it meant they had one foot in forbidden territory. They straddled the line between sanity and madness.

Love is the madness which allows us to believe in magic.

The unnerving possibility of one's own madness is preferable to the still more unnerving one of supernatural agency disrupting known, familiar realities.

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