Quotes About Madness

How does these things happen? How do we go mad in small ways and calmly work the madness into our everyday little exercises...? Little by little...

because there comes a point where greed and madness can no longer be told apart. This dividing line is very thin, just like a belt of film surrounding the earth's sphere. It's a delicate blue, and this transition from the blue to the black is very gradual and lovely.

The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through...ringing throughout the house was an alarm bell that no one but Alfred and Enid could hear directly.

The earth itself was unchangeable, the endless tracts of sand and water and pavement. It was the people, the perturbable madmen who roamed its surface, who viewed the world as transient and broken. Everett wished the earth could somehow reach up and still them, the crazy people, and invest them with its silence and permanence and depth.

Is he nuts? I think the expression used to be 'touched by God'. So that would be a yes.

Madness calls literature's bluff by going beyond it and falling short of it at the same time.

Yo no tengo autoridad moral para juzgar a nadie; en mi vida he hecho muchas locuras por amor y quien sabe si hare mas antes de morirme. El amor es un rayo que nos golpea de subito y nos cambia.

It is a laborious madness and an impoverishing one, the madness of composing vast books - setting out in five hundred pages an idea that can be perfectly related orally in five minutes. The better way to go about it is to pretend that those books already exist, and offer a summary, a commentary on them. (From the Introduction of 1941's The Garden of Forking Paths)

The acts of madmen exceed the previsions of the sane.

Yo había comprendido hace muchos años que no hay cosa en el mundo que no sea germen de un Infierno posible: un rostro, una palabra, una brújula, un aviso de cigarrillos, podrían enloquecer a una persona, si ésta no lograra olvidarlos.

I am always frightened of something which exists in the majority of people, but which I cannot explain. The young generation of the period of transition were like me. In our mind we despised our slavery, but we ourselves became cowardly slaves. Our hatred was deep and passionate, but barren, like the mad love of a eunuch.

There is a theory that bravery and intrepidness and extreme risk taking are all sorts of madness, and that only one person in 1,000 or 100,000 is born without the normal safety rail of self-preservation, the pressing need to turn around and go home when it's dark, cold and frightening.

he too went bonkers, probably due to the mercury used in preparing top hats—hence "as mad as a hatter.

Dilin geçirdi?i bu serüveni, yani susmay?, bir ?ey önermemeyi, uzakl???, kendi d???na ç?kmay?, cinneti, daha nice ?eyi bütün ba?yap?tlarda bulabiliriz." ?lhan Berk, 'Poetika', sayfa 12

Weakness ever sympathizes with vice, because vice is a weakness which assumes the mask of strength. Madness holds reason in horror, and on all subjects it delights in the exaggerations of falsehood. The cause of all bewitchments, the poison of all philtres, the power of all sorcerers are there.

To be sucked down by this whirling stream is to fall into abysses of madness, more frightful than those of death; to expel the shades of this chaos and compel it to give perfect forms to our thoughts - this is to be a man of genius; it is to create, it is to be victorious over hell! The

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.

Hanya orang bodoh yang mau meminjamkan bukunya, tetapi hanya orang gila yang mau mengembalikan buku yang sudah dia pinjam.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

He had so many ways of climbing into the tree house in his head, escaping the madness below, and pulling the ladder up behind him...

What a journey...what a day...what madness, so much worse than tragic! What to do except dance, dance, only dance...

Hema thought of Shiva, her personal deity, and how the only sensible response to the madness of life . . . was to cultivate a kind of madness within, to perform the mad dance of Shiva, . . . to rock and sway and flap six arms and six legs to an inner tune. Hema moved gently . . . she danced as if her minimalist gestures were shorthand for a much larger, fuller, reckless dance, one that held the whole world together, kept it from extinction.

How masterful and mad is hope.

As Rollo's death drew near, he went mad and had a hundred Christian prisoners beheaded in front of him in honour of the gods whom he had worshipped, and in the end distributed a hundred pounds of gold around the churches in honour of the true God in whose name he had accepted baptism.