Quotes About Madness

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy, he said aloud.

The madness all over

No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.

must hold his pain where it is, he thought. Mine does not matter. I can control mine. But his pain could drive him mad. After

When people realise how bad it is they cannot do anything to stop it because they go crazy.

If the other fishermen heard me talk aloud, they would probably think I'm mad. But since I'm not, I really do not care

Non devo fargli aumentare il dolore, pensò. Il mio non importa. Posso controllarlo. Ma il suo dolore può farlo diventare matto.

I suppose an active imagination can be a form of madness. Or it can be the thing that keeps you from going mad.

The Mad Scene. Enter Ophelia!

Why should I laugh?' asked the old man. 'Madness in youth is true wisdom. Go, young man, follow your dream, and if you do not find the happiness that you seek, at any rate you will have had the happiness of seeking it.

I was mad that I couldn't enjoy it, that I'd made it impossible for myself to have a nice vacation.

She couldn't decide if he was a bit mad or if the world moved too slowly for him. Perhaps a little of both.

the wisdom of crowds is sometimes overwhelmed by the madness of mobs.

There were few avenues of appeal against a declaration of madness – the law holding that the madman was by his nature incapable of the rational decision to take legal action

All governments are made up of fools and they serve a lunatic.

He hardly ate anything, and only stayed on his feet thanks to his lunacy. But that was a strong stick to lean on. He was not dying anytime soon.

Coodcoodak, on his knees, was strangling Draig Bon-Dhu's bagpipes with his hands, while, with his head thrown back, he shouted over the monstrous sounds emerging from the bag, wailed and roared, cackled and croaked, bawled and squawked in a cacophony of sounds made by all known, unknown, domestic, wild and mythical animals.

A czym?e jest prawdziwa m?sko?? je?li nie wymieszanymi w odpowiednich proporcjach klas? i szale?stwem?

Chyba? oszala?, Jaskier - wied?min przechyli? si? w kulbace. - Chyba? oszala? ze strachu, je?li mog?e? pomy?le?, ?e ci? zostawi?.

Il terrore, il terrore corre attraverso il villaggio. Inseguiti o inseguitori? Folli e crudeli per rabbia o paura? Passeranno al galoppo senza frenare i cavalli? O ben presto la notte sarà rischiarata dal fuoco dei tetti in fiamme? Zitti, zitti, bambini... Mamma, sono demoni? O è la Caccia Selvaggia? Spettri dell'inferno? Mamma, mamma! Zitti, zitti, bambini. Non sono demoni, non sono diavoli... Peggio. Sono uomini.

In che cosa consiste l'autentica virilità se non in una ben proporzionata miscela di classe e follia?

Three days after that Emperor Ferret signed an insane decree: every man who wished to stay at court must be castrated. He was mad, no doubt of it; but the men who preferred mutilation to leaving the court were madder.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad.