Quotes About Madness

IF THERE IS A GOD, GOD IS DISJUNCTION AND MADNESS.

Meanwhile the temperature is getting hotter and hotter so no one can think clearly. No one perceives. No one cares. Insane madness come out like life is a terrific party.

They had engaged in what could not be called treatment or even discussion, but open combat, the two of them a microcosm of the great war raging in the far distance: one side that desired autonomy, and the other that took independence as a sign of madness.

During the Renaissance there was a renewed interest in the relationship between genius, melancholia, and madness. A stronger distinction was made between sane melancholies of high achievement and individuals whose insanity prevented them from using their ability. The eighteenth century witnessed a sharp change in attitude; balance and rational thought, rather than "inspiration" and emotional extremes, were seen as the primary components of genius.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable..... But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a strong medicine. As John Donne has written, it is not so abstract as one might have thought and wished, but it does endure, and it does grow.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods.

Madness, on the other hand, most certainly can, and often does, kill love through its mistrustfulness, unrelenting pessimism, discontents, erratic behavior, and, especially, through its savage moods. The sadder, sleepier, slower, and less volatile depressions are more intuitively understood and more easily taken in stride. A quiet melancholy is neither threatening nor beyond ordinary comprehension; an angry, violent, vexatious despair is both.

It has been said that grief is a kind of madness. I disagree. There is a sanity to grief, in its just proportion of emotion to cause, that madness does not have. I know madness well, but I understood little of grief and I was not always certain which was grief and which was madness. Grief, as it transpires has its own territory.

am reminded of Byron's wonderful description of the rainbow that sits "Like Hope upon a death-bed" on the verge of a wild, rushing cataract; yet, "while all around is torn / By the distracted waters," the rainbow stays serene: Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.

Madness is easy to overdramatize and thereby underestimate; it is less easy to convey its capacity to erode identity, disfigure love, and violate trust. The real horror of madness is more subtle and corrosive than its caricature.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable. Madness, on the other hand, most certainly can, and often does, kill love through its mistrustfulness, unrelenting pessimism, discontents, erratic behavior, and, especially, through its savage moods. The

I did not wake up one day to find myself mad. Life should be so simple.

You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

Vincent van Gogh, for one, wrote that his exuberant mood propelled not just his art but his speech: There are moments, he said, when I am twisted by enthusiasm or madness or prophecy, like a Greek oracle on the tripod. And then I have great readiness of speech.)

Her version of Lowell was not theirs, even when they were discussing the same symptoms; what to her was "mad" was to them another mark of Lowell's genius.

Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented...

As the abyss widens, though, I begin to fear that coming back to the surface may, someday, not be under my control. Because at the bottom of my abyss is not death, it's madness.

Daca eram nebuna, mi-as fi dat seama? Exact asta insemna sa fii nebun, nu-i asa? Tu crezi ca esti in buna regula. Toti ceilalti au o alta parere. Poate ca eram nebuna.

Ah, ah, ahhh ... first one gets mad, then one goes mad

Soha meg nem fordultak a fejemben a lelki betegség hatalmi vonatkozásai. Gondold csak meg: minél Å'rültebb az ember, annál nagyobb lehet a hatalma. Vedd Hitlert. Tébolyban az erÅ'.

GândeÈ™te-te la chestia asta: poate c? omul, cu cât e mai nebun, cu atât poate deveni mai puternic. Vezi exemplul lui Hitler. Viciul d? avânt minÈ›ii, nu-i aÈ™a? Hran? pentru cuget?ri viitoare.

Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes the old brain reel, doesn't it? Food for thought there.

Am I this? Are these mine? These people? These insane people?

Poate ca omul, cu cat e mai nebun, cu atat poate deveni mai puternic.