Quotes About Madness

Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations.

VeÅ¡keré jeho zkuÅ¡enosti jsou nyní bezcenné, jeho energie vyÅ¡umÄ›la, z jeho odvahy z?stala jen pýcha Å¡ílence.

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

The more one approaches madness, the more one equally approaches the truth, and if one does not fall into the former, one must end up necessarily in the latter.

Like Hölderlin, I think that Christ alone allows us to face this reality without sinking into madness. The apocalypse does not announce the end of the world; it creates hope.

Nllum magnum ingenium sine mixtr dmentiae fuit. (Seneca

Sift through my insanity and revel in my greatness

SNEER. But, what the deuce, is the confidante to be mad too? PUFF. To be sure she is. The confidante is always to do whatever her mistress does- weep when she weeps, smile when she smiles, go mad when she goes mad.-Now, Madam Confidante! But keep your madness in the background, if you please.

Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing of it. The return of corpses has become trivial in import. How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!

O mundo ficou louco, pensou. Os mortos andam por aí e eu acho isso normal.

Stay sane inside insanity.

Consciousness itself is a flavor of madness, set against the thoughts of the green world.

A truth bends near him, one that his discipline will never find. Consciousness itself is a flavor of madness, set against the thoughts of the green world.

Jesus, sixty-six years old. He'd hoped that by now he wouldn't have to be so vigilant, that given enough time the madness--because that's what his spells amounted to--would ebb.

I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts -Leo Valdez

I turned to Dionysus. You cured him? Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple. But...you did something nice. Why? He raised and eyebrow. I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven't you noticed?

Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.

Are you crazy? Probably

Caves of blue. Strike the hue. Westward, burning. Pages turning. Indiana. Ripe banana. Happiness approaches. Serpents and roaches. There once was a god named Apollo Who plunged in a cave blue and hollow Upon a three-seater The bronze fire-eater Was forced death and madness to swallow

With his sanity intact," I agreed. Then I looked again at Dionysus, god of madness, who seemed to be giving Nico advice. "Oh…

What in the world are you thinking? I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts.

I try not to think," Leo admitted. "It interferes with being nuts.

Sylvia was nuts, of course. She'd told Amelia that God (not to mention Joan of Arc) had spoken to her. In the unlikely event of God speaking to anyone, Sylvia did not seem the obvious choice.

A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury," she