Quotes About Madness

Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised? I'll say as they say, and persever so, And in this mist at all adventures go.

It is the very error of the moon. She comes more nearer earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.

O! That way madness lies.

Why, this is very midsummer madness.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

cayó en la melancolía, luego en la inapetencia, de allí en el insomnio, de éste en el abatimiento, más tarde en el delirio y, por esta fatal pendiente, en la locura, que ahora le hace desvariar y que todos lamentamos.

I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you: The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies.

Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men When for so slight and frivolous a cause Such factious emulations shall arise!

I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation; all but mariners Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel; Then all afire with me the King's son Ferdinand With hair up staring ( then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.

Such stuff as madmen tongue.

El amor es humo, soplo de suspiros: se esfuma, y es fuego en ojos que aman; refrénalo, y crece como un mar de lágrimas. ¿Qué cosa es, si no? Locura juiciosa, amargor que asfixia, dulzor que conforta.

impatience does Become a dog that's mad.

Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?

with their minds turned agonizingly inward, people with depression are usually dangerous only to themselves. The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence.

Our perhaps understandable modern need to full the sawtooth edges of so many of the afflictions we are heir to has led us to banish the harsh old-fashioned words: madhouse, asylum, insanity, melancholia, lunatic, madness. But never let it be doubted that depression, it its extreme form, is madness.

She was determined to put behind her the madness of the past—or as much as a vulnerable and memory-racked mind permitted—

Always at the same time, at half past four, he visited the woman who once had been a stranger to him, a woman who in her madness confused all the facts of living, who saw things as they were not and people as they were not, who turned everything upside down and inside out.