Quotes About Madness

It was unprecedented! It was madness! It was just begging for cooties!

There existed between Erzsébet and the external world something like a vacuum, like the padding in a madman's cell. The eyes of the portrait proclaim it; she wished to seize and couldn't touch. Then, the wish to be awake but not to be alive, that is what kindles the taste for blood, the blood of others; perhaps this was the hidden secret which, ever since her birth, had been obscured from her.

Anger is a wound gone mad.

He was endowed with the extraordinary powers of endurance characteristic of madmen and simpletons.

Vaslav Nijinsky

When problems go beyond hope of solution, insanity comes creeping.

You are really nuts, you know it? One a these days they're gonna come over and just lock you up! You aren't playing with a full deck, Eunice. I think somebody blew your pilot light out. There's more. You know what? You got splinters in the windmill of your mind. You're playin hockey with a warped puck! I think you dine sprung a leak in your dingey....

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.

The world's crazy, when it comes to beauty.

Most people in this society who aren't actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

I think in every country that there is at least one executive who is scared of going crazy.

Os loucos são felizes, basta ver como se riem das coisas mais estúpidas que se possa imaginar. Riem felizes do voo de uma borboleta.

Is that my ears ringing, or am I screaming? I am burning and I am blind and I can't find the stairs and I do not know how to get out of Madham.

What each culture views as the cause of madness is dependent on its world view.

That, child, is one of the glorious advantages to being a madman. I don't have to make sense. It's very liberating. You should try it sometime.

Sólo descansar, cerrar los ojos y no escuchar; no hacer otra cosa que respirar. Deseaba que hubiera llegado ya la hora de dormir y no seguir fuera donde había luz sino estar a oscuras, en casa, en su cuarto. Pero le sobraba soledad; y con el tiempo creía haber experimentado todas las artes posibles de la locura hasta sentir que le estallaba la cabeza.

In either mythology, ancient Irish or modern Jungian, we see the struggle to arrive at a workable arrangement with the forces of Nature, so that we neither try to triumph over her nor naively succumb to her. The first strategy leads to a sense of inflation and emotional sterility, the second to madness.

Love is the crazy, mad, and perhaps ridiculous gesture of saying yes to life, of seeing it as worthy of our embrace and even worthy of our total sacrifice.

Books have led some to learning and others to madness.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

They want to be the agents, not the victims, of history. They identify with God's power and believe they are godlike. That is their basic madness. They are overcome by some archtype; their egos have expanded psychotically so that they cannot tell where they begin and the godhead leaves off. It is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate — confusion between him who worships and that which is worshipped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

Am I racially kin to this man? Baynes wondered. So closely so that for all intents and purposes it is the same? Then it is in me, too, the psychotic streak. A psychotic world we live in. The madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this? And—how many of us do know it?