Quotes About Madness

He was insane. And when you look directly at an insane man all you see is a reflection of your own knowledge that he's insane, which is not to see him at all.

a ghost which calls itself rationality but whose appearance is that of incoherence and meaninglessness, which causes the most normal of everyday acts to seem slightly mad because of their irrelevance to anything else.

This is the ghost of normal everyday assumptions which declares that the ultimate purpose of life, which is to keep alive, is impossible, but that this is the ultimate purpose of life anyway, so that great minds struggle to cure diseases so that people may live longer, but only madmen ask why. One lives longer in order that he may live longer. There is no other purpose. That is what the ghost says.

Cuando una persona sufre espejismos, eso se denomina locura. Cuando muchas personas sufren espejismos, se denomina religión.

curar males para que la gente pueda vivir más tiempo; sólo los locos se preguntan para qué. Uno vive más tiempo con el objeto de vivir más tiempo. No existe otro propósito. Eso es lo que dice el fantasma.

Whether you look at no men at all, or look at every single one - it comes to the same thing. You can throw yourself at their hearts, because you've gone mad from being always a stranger; from not being able to understand how you can even bear to hold their hands in your own any longer than you have to.

Within reality there is a senseless craving for unreality.

The world is going crazy, Karl. And hen the world is crazy, a sane man is never okay.

All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.

Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley! I never heard them so clearly. They're ringing for peace--and new happiness--and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey things that we can have again now, Miss Oliver. Not that I am sane just now--I don't pretend to be. The whole world is having a little crazy spell today. Soon we'll sober down--and 'keep faith'--and begin to build up our new world. But just for today let's be mad and glad.

It wasn't merely damage done by the sun that was causing him to slip suddenly into Greek; it was the Scull dementia, damage from the broken seed. His father, Evanswood Scull, intermittently mad but a brilliant linguist, used to stomp into the nursery, thundering out passages in Latin, Greek, Icelandic, and Old Law French, a language which it was said that he was the only man in America to have a thorough mastery

He had learned to embrace insanity. The full measure of his madness was that he had even come to like humans

Meet Crazy Eddie

the madness of exchanging mediocre but safe happiness for great happiness but possible disaster.

Christ,Syn, said another male.You are out of your fucking mind. That's right,Frosty; Synjon said against Petra's ear.Mad as a hatter.

They be crazier than we are.

What are you trying to say? Olaf demanded. She is like a piece of my soul, Olaf. You are mad, Olaf said, a lunatic. Soul mates, bah! I kind of agreed with Olaf on this one. Then why is the thought of giving her a gun while I hunt her one of my greatest fantasies? Edward asked. Because you are mad, Olaf said. Hear, hear, but I didn't say it out loud.

I'd learned to never underestimate the crazy. Crazy didn't mean dumb; some insane people were incredibly smart. Sometimes I wondered if you had to be a certain level of intelligent just to go crazy in style.

I found Shanghai to be the very essence of the Surrealist doctrine: If the world is mad, then the maddest man is the most sane. - Damian Adler

There is nothing stranger than to love somebody who is mad, or who is intermittently so. The weight, the strain, the anxiety is a heavy load to bear – if only because among these confusional states and hysterias loom dreadful probabilities like suicide or murder. It shakes one's hold also on one's own grasp of reality; one realises how precariously we manage

famous novel about us all, things began in exactly this way. I was strangely echoing his protagonist, summoned to the bedside of a dying friend (this was the difference) who had important things to reveal to him. Sylvie was there, too, in the centre of the picture as she always has been. Her madness was touchingly described. Of course in a way the characters were travesties of us; but the incidents were true enough and so was Verfeuille, the old chateau

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

Madness, and then illumination.