Quotes About Madness

Materialists and madmen never have doubts.

The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

A soul that is unbound is as mad as one with cemented borders.

What on earth is all this love which makes everyone go mad? - Berta

Da un sacco di tempo tutti si affannano a cercare di capire il motivo della loro estinzione. Si chiedono perché questi animali che dominavano il mondo di colpo siano scomparsi. Forse fra tutte le spiegazioni la più valida è anche la più semplice. Forse sono morti perché sono impazziti tutti quanti. Proprio come noi. Ecco cosa siamo, nient'altro che dei piccoli dinosauri. E la nostra pazzia prima o poi sarà la causa della nostra fine.

Desde hace mucho, todos tratan de entender por qué se extinguieron. Se preguntan por qué unos animales que dominaban el mundo desaparecieron de golpe. Quizá de todas las explicaciones la más válida sea también la más simple. Quizá murieron porque todos enloquecieron. Igual que nosotros. Eso es lo que somos: solo pequeños dinosaurios. Y nuestra locura, tarde o temprano, será la causa de nuestro fin.

I need to produce great ideas, and I believe that if I were commissioned to design a new universe, I would be mad enough to undertake it.

Nada há de mais sábio do que apostar na loucura dos homens.

One knows one's madness, by and large. By and large the knowledge is vacuous. The notion of naming the beast to conquer it is the idiot optimism of psychotherapy.

The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only the juvenile, the mad, and the newly in love noticed. The rest of the city got its head down and ploughed tearily into another day of neurosis.

The seriousness of madmen is one of the most exhausting realities.

Deliberately and spiritedly doing the opposite of what it takes to get there yet you expect to get there. This is one of the true definitions of madness.

Viewed from the heights of reason, all life looks like some malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivaled those of poppy-eaters.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters

Sabía que era inútil interponerse entre un idiota y su locura; mientras que dos o tres idiotas menos no se echarían de menos en el mundo.

But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.

Remark the difference, Lord Faide, between man and metal. A man's normal state is something near madness; he is at all times balanced on a knife-edge between hysteria and apathy. His senses tell him far less of the world then he thinks they do. It is a simple trick to deceive man, to posses him with a demon, to drive him out of his mind, to kill him. But metal is insensible; metal reacts only as its shape and condition dictates, or by the working of miracles.

By morning, Joscelin was resigned. You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve, he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins. You never said that to Phedre, I reminded him. Ah, well. He grinned despite himself. In her case, there is no question.

C'è perspicacia nella follia.

There is a madness in love.

A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a...a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.

Whether it was their fault or not, they'd gone mad by force of circumstance, they'd lost their reason because nothing in their lives made sense any more.

broken buildings like jagged teeth in the mouth of a mad dog...