Quotes About Madness

In this century the writer has carried on a conversation with madness. We might almost say of the twentieth-century writer that he aspires to madness. Some have made it, of course, and they hold special places in our regard. To a writer, madness is a final distillation of self, a final editing down. It's the drowning out of false voices.

If you could stretch a given minute, what would you find between its unstuck components? Probably some kind of astral madness. A bleak comprehension of the final size of things.

He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

And how did they drive people mad? They turned up the volume of the inner monologue, magnified qualities already present to great excess, made people so much themselves that they couldn't stand it.

A moi, L'historie d'une de mes folies.

I don't know where to begin. He paused, and took a drink. Do you remember last fall, in Julian's class, when we studied what Plato calls telestic madness? Bakcheia? Dionysiac frenzy? Yes,I said rather impatiently. It was just like Henry to bring up something like this right now. Well, we decided to try to have one. For a moment I thought I hadn't understood him. What? I said? I said we decided to try to have a bacchanal.

Es una locura, pero sería feliz mirando los mismos seis cuadros el resto de mi vida. No se me ocurre una forma mejor de enloquecer.

Do you remember last fall, in Julian's class, when we studied what Plato calls telestic madness? Bakcheia? Dionysiac frenzy?" "Yes," I said, rather impatiently. It was just like Henry to bring up something like this right now. "Well, we decided to try to have one." For a moment I thought I hadn't understood him. "What?" I said. "I said we decided to try to have a bacchanal.

You're sick in the head.

Surely none are so mad as those who are content to live unprepared to die.

He adored Goya. The madness leapt off the walls.

Love makes a man mad. But the madness is so sweet

You probably wouldn't want to have been around the castle in which France's King Charles VI lived during the early fifteenth century. Although earlier on in his life he had been known as 'Charles the Beloved', he later became known as 'Charles the Mad'.

A raving loony. She must be," Billy

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

It is in that visionary Madness of the Mind that permits a Madman to perceive Truth in extremis, when all else had seemed lost. Mercifull, indeed, is this worldly Existence, and cruel; and beautifull; and vile, and filled with Pain and greater in its Scale, and in its Depth, and its Complexity than mere Men can ever hope to understand; and profound wonderfull in its Capacity.

And there's a thin line between genius and insanity, isn't there?

A major section of modern art and poetry unconsciously guides us in the direction of madness; and, indeed, for the modern man there is no other way. Only madness is inaccessible to the machine.

If a man who thinks he is a king is mad, a king who thinks he is a king is no less so.

Nebun nu este acela care se rupe de real, ci acela pe care realul îl invadeaz? È™i îl debordeaz?.

The madman is not only a beggar who thinks he is a king, but also a king who thinks he is a king.