Quotes About Madness

Humor is reason gone mad.

We are unreasonable reasonable people. Measured of the excess. We frequent madness and chaos without quite melting into it. A hunger for life always ends up bringing us back to the light.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness -

Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness—cutting

Celý život není nic jiného než otázky, které dostaly tvar a které v sobÄ› nesou zárodek odpovÄ›dí - a není nic než odpovÄ›di, které jsou obt?žkány otázkami. Kdo v nÄ›m vidí nÄ›co jiného, je blázen.

Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.

Tébolydában élünk; én csak egy vagyok a számtalan más ?rült közül; magántébolyom is MÁS az én szememben: úgy teszek, mintha kívül létezne a normalitás birodalma (holott belátom, tudom, élem: nincs, nem volt, nem lesz soha);

This book is my obliging you. This is a book I never would have dared write, if I did not feel protected and obligated by your madness.

the refugees leave a refuge, enter a refuge run to the windows, what they see makes them move on, they move, refuge means move, move moves on into madness, my book I say is on the move, we are moving each other

Here I am now. And it is hell. Paradise? Yes, I still am here, but who? only myself, with my small waist, my small soul, my small arms, my small intelligence pushed to its greatest heights and thus ruthlessly able to see itself shut up inside its supple transparent but oh ruthlessly inflexible membrane, if I push it any farther it will burst its envelope, I am going to lose part of my mind, we will not longer steer clear of madness.

We must be mad, literally mad as a nation… It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre… As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see the River Tiber foaming with much blood. Enoch Powell, 1968

The dead body of Gardenia was crashing around the cabin, eyes rolling in its head and mouth grinning crazily.

The will of God or the lunacy of man—it seemed to him that you could take your choice, if you wanted a good enough reason for most things.

You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad. "I drink to make other people more interesting.

Some people never go crazy. BEWARE You may end up working with them.

It's not true that I escaped from reality. There is always some reason in my madness.

The only true wisdom is in knowing you became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

To say that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic merit, is no better than to say he is rheumatic or diabetic.

I wanted to believe he was mad. Unfortunately, I no longer knew what madness was.

Varina was breathing hard through her nose, her face pinched, not unlike a child's. "You don't know how mad you can make people," she said. "I had tender feelings for you once, whether you knew it or not. But you're a shit, Dave Robicheaux.

At a certain time in your life, you accept the fact that lunacy comes in many forms.

So the madness in war was an area that was sacrosanct, not even to be recognized, and there was no correlation between that and the death of your best friends because of corporate stupidity.

It was scary. More than Sara could possibly know. More than anybody ought to know, or ever would. History wasn't for the general public--it never had been. ... Just one shot A professional execution. Without passion. Almost without passion. ... He held Sara's hand for the last time. And Jill came tumbling after. he thought of the words in the children's rhyme. But Jack would not fall down. The day of ultimate madness had begun. Jack and Jill had finally begun.