Quotes About Madness

High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest

I sometimes think if I did not write I would be a madwoman. Now I am a sane woman with a lot of mad pages.

Let us have madness openly, O menOf my generation. Let us followThe footsteps of this slaughtered age.

Why should anyone be surprised at what the men "in power" are capable of --didn't every mad-Judas one of them begin his career by slowly & brutally strangling an innocent child?

[M]y eyes moistened yesterday with your dear, dear letter in my hand. Was it foolish to kiss the senseless paper, to clasp it with the involuntary laugh of uncontrollable emotion? Don't you think one could go mad of pure longing?...

There is no passion More spectral or fantastical than Hate; Not even its opposite, Love, so peoples air With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

Delia Siffoni já era louca, e o desaparecimento de seu filho único a deixou louca. Entrou num frenesi. Espetáculo prodigioso, cartão-postal perene, cinema transcendental, cena das cenas: ver uma louca ficar louca. É como ver Deus.[...]

Sólo un loco podía renunciar a un status quo imaginario. Sólo un loco podía adoptar lo real de la realidad.

A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

Solitude is its own kind of madness. Like hope itself.

The ordinary lunatic is generally a harmless, isolated case; since everyone sees that something is wrong with him, he is quickly taken care of. But the unconscious infections of groups of so-called normal people are more subtle and far more dangerous.

Have you noticed that all your foundations are completely mired in madness? (..) Madness is not to be despised and not to be feared (..) Be glad that you can recognize it, for you will thus avoid becoming its victim.

Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad.

Be glad that you can recognize [your madness], for you will thus avoid becoming its victim.

Since men do not know that the conflict occurs inside themselves, they go mad, and one lays the blame on the other… But he does not see the conflict in his own soul, which is however the source of the outer disaster. If you are aggravated against your brother, think that you are aggravated against the brother in you, that is, against what in you is similar to your brother.

I'm sometimes driven to the conclusion that boring people need treatment more urgently than mad people.

See," Ochwiay Biano said, "how cruel the whites look. Their lips are thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad." I

Es hecho bien conocido en los manicomios que los enfermos de miedo son harto más peligrosos que los impulsados por la ira o el odio.

He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share, He must have gone crazy out there.—Michael Burton, "Night Rider's Lament

GRIEF IS SELFISH. It enshrouds us, clutches us to its desiccated breast like an anxious mother. It does not want us to leave, though we know we must if we are to survive. Only madness lies ahead for those who cannot escape it, for grief will consume those who have nothing else to live for.

Eu quero minha lucidez de qualquer jeito. Mas estava completamente louco.

This light that could be either enlightenment or madness fills my head.

Os homens são tão necessariamente loucos que não ser louco seria uma outra forma de loucura.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.