Quotes About Madness

El arte no tiene porque tener sentido, pequeña dhampir. Además, se supone que yo estoy loco, ¿verdad?

Hago esto todo el tiempo. Es un hechizo sencillo. Sin sorpresas. -Tal vez- dije renuente-. Pero cada vez que usas el espíritu, es más probable que te vuelvas loco. -Ya estoy loco por ti, Sage.

mike. "There's something crazy going on up here. There's

There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven't noticed already.

Ezra Pound had the peculiar distinction of winning an award from the Library of Congress for writing the best poem of the year, in 1948, while government psychiatrists insisted he was insane.)

Don't you think we all go a little mad sometimes? —Psycho

But who are you to say a person should be put away? I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

I tell you, he had stolen the body of Edgar Allan Poe—and as he shrieked aloud in his final madness, did not this indeed make him the greatest collector of Poe?

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good: I found A thing to do, and all her hair In one long yellow string I wound Three times her little throat around, And strangled her. No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee, I warily oped her lids: again Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. And I untightened the next tress About her neck; her cheek once more Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss . . .

The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque, What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? No footprint leading to that horrid mews, None out of it. Mad brewage set to work Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.

Look into our histories, and you shall almost meet with no other subject but what a company of hare-brains have done in their rage.

It is not much good being wise among fools and sane among lunatics.

Madness is the exception in individuals but the rule in groups. —Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)

She is furious with herself for her own stupidity. Opening herself up like this, voluntarily, to a lifetime of worry and anguish. It was madness. Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.

It was madness.Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.

the mad have a grace all their own

I'm heir to madness. Vessel of perversion. Your nightmare should you cross me. Daryl's chin lifted, trembling. Indeed. We might be sisters then, for I'm the same.

The mad have a grace all their own.

Ja, han var gal, han var gal. Det måtte han være; for Sara bydde ham kaffe, mælk, te, bydde ham øl, bydde ham alt hun visste, men han reiste sig allikevel fra frokostbordet straks efter han hadde sat sig og lot maten stå.

Men om hun nu pludselig sang der oppe i stuen igjen, sang ned til disse blomsterne her? Javel - når hun slog sin lidenskap ut som en vifte og var god og gal. Stakkars hende! Men stakkars allesammen!

La locura se apodera rabiosa de mi cerebro y yo se lo permito, soy muy consciente de que estoy sometido a influencias sobre las que no tengo ningún control

He pointed a shaking finger at her. 'You,' he growled. She jerked glances over both of her shoulders looking for the unfortunate You he was addressing. Her. Holy shite, this madman had settled on her.

This troubled girl is a frail in mind as she is in body. She's mine. Heaven-sent. I know I can take the merest spark of madness and make insanity flare to life.

He drew in closer to ask in all seriousness, "You're mad, aren't you?" "As—a—hatter," she murmured back.