Quotes About Madness

Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts....

Madness, he thought. The ultimate horror for our para­noid culture: vicious unseen mechanical entities that flit at the edges of our vision, that can go anywhere, that are in our very midst.

If you or I ever really accepted the moral responsibility for what we've done in our lifetime—we'd drop dead or go mad. Living creatures weren't made to understand what they do.

O que ele não sabia na época era que às vezes uma reação adequada à realidade é enlouquecer. Ouvir Gloria pedir racionalmente para morrer era inalar o contágio. Era uma armadilha de dedos chinesa, na qual, quanto mais você puxa os dedos para sair, mais apertada a armadilha fica. - valis

Being crazy and getting caught at it, out in the open, turns out to be a way to wind up in jail.

The first thing to depart in mental illness is the familiar. And what takes its place is bad news because not only can you not understand it, you also cannot communicate it to other people. The madman experiences something, but what it is or where it comes from he does not know.

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 archetype; 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.

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 archetype; 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 worshiped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

Quando você é louco, aprende a ficar calado.

Nós dois caímos na gargalhada. Quando você está quase louco de dor, você ri do que puder.

Frauds—the deceptions of madness—abound and mask themselves as their mirror opposite: pose as sanity. The masks, however, wear thin and the madness reveals itself. It is an ugly thing.

He's getting worse. Reading aloud to no one messages that don't exist and in foreign tongues.

O que ele não sabia na época era que às vezes uma reação adequada à realidade é enlouquecer.

She's mad. Best leave her be, in case it's catching.

Better for real things to be uncontrollable, better for one's life to be undecipherable and intellectually impenetrable than to attempt to make casual sense of what is unknown with a fantasy that is mad. Better, I thought, that the events of these past three days should remain incomprehensible to me forever than to posit, as I had just been doing, a conspiracy of foreign intelligence agents who are determined to control my mind. We've all heard that one before.

For all that I announce at intervals that I want to go mad, it is apparently impossible: beyond me, beneath me. It took This for me to learn that I am a citadel of sanity.

Was she impersonating someone, acting from a script prepared beforehand? Or was I dealing with a person who could not be dealt with because she was mad?

We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

I still say this is madness,' whispered Jonat. 'I know – at this moment I'm inclined to agree with you.' 'But we'll go anyway,' muttered Jonat. 'One of these days someone is going to listen to my advice and I'll probably die of the shock!

La creazione richiede tempo e amore, la distruzione solo qualche secondo di follia.

I've had enough of it already. Shining armour. Dawn parades. Forced marches. Midnight inspections. Penalties for sloppy salutes, uncombed crests, talking after lights out. The man's mad.

The only difference between a writer and a crazy person is that a writer gets paid for it.

Alexei didn't bustle; he wore his madness like a badge.

So it went on continually, the recurrence of love and conflict between them. One day it seemed as if everything was shattered, all life spoiled, ruined, desolate and laid waste. The next day it was all marvellous again, just marvellous. One day she thought she would go mad from his very presence, the sound of his drinking was detestable to her. The next day she loved and rejoiced in the way he crossed the floor, he was sun, moon and stars in one.