Quotes About Madness

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.' 'How pleasant then to be insane!

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

As you first see him he wonders frequently whether he is not without honor and slightly mad, a shameful and obscene thinness glistening on the surface of the world like oil on a clean pond, these occasions being varied, of course, with those in which he thinks himself rather an exceptional young man, thoroughly sophisticated, well adjusted to his environment, and somewhat more significant than any one else he knows.

As you first see him he wonders frequently whether he is not without honor and slightly mad

he wonders frequently whether he is not without honour and slightly mad, a shameful and obscene thinness glistening on the surface of the world like oil on a clean pond, these occasions being varied, of course, with those in which he thinks himself rather an exceptional young man, thoroughly sophisticated, well adjusted to his environment and somewhat more significant than anyone else he knows.

But the brilliance, the versatility of madness is akin to the resourcefulness of water seeping through, over, and around a dike.

Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?

My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.

It's not demons (who at least have a human face) but Hell itself that seems to be laughing inside me, it's the croaking madness of the dead universe, the spinning cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds blowing blackly in the wind, formless and timeless, without a God who created it, without even its own self, impossibly whirling in the absolute darkness as the one and only reality, everything.

One needs a certain intellectual courage to recognize unflinchingly that one is no more than a scrap of humanity, a living abortion, a madman not yet crazy enough to be locked up; but, having recognized that, one needs even more spiritual courage to adapt oneself perfectly to one's destiny, to accept without rebellion, without resignation, without a single gesture or attempt at a gesture of protest, the elemental curse nature has laid upon one.

Let others take up my madness And all that went with it. Without madness what is man But a healthy beast, A postponed corpse that breeds?

Having seen how lucidly and logically certain madmen justify their lunatic ideas to themselves and to others, I can never again be sure of the lucidness of my lucidity.

Os poetas místicos são filósofos doentes,  E os filósofos são homens doidos.

What, without madness, is a man More than a beast after feeding, A corpse adjourned, the half-alive breeding?

A alma humana é um manicómio de caricaturas.

Nella vita odierna il mondo appartiene agli stolti, agli indifferenti e agli attivisti. Oggi il diritto di vivere e di trionfare si ottiene praticamente con gli stessi requisiti con cui si ottiene il ricovero in un manicomio: l'incapacità di pensare, l'amoralità e l'eccessiva agitazione.

Esta espécie de loucura Que é pouco chamar talento E que brilha em mim, na escura Confusão do pensamento, Não me traz felicidade; Porque, enfim, sempre haverá Sol ou sombra na cidade. Mas em mim não sei o que há.

O génio é a insanidade tornada sã pela diluição no abstracto, como um veneno convertido em remédio mediante mistura.

THE WIND IN THE DARKNESS HOWLS The wind in the darkness howls, Its sound reaching ever farther. The substance of my thought Is that it cannot cease. It seems the soul has a darkness In which blows ever harder A madness that derives From wanting to understand. The wind in the darkness rages, Unable to free itself. I'm a prisoner to my thought As the wind is a prisoner to air.

I always thought of metaphysics as a prolonged form of latent madness.

In seeking anything, we do so out of ambition, but we either fail to achieve that ambition and are the poorer, or we think we have achieved it and are merely rich madmen.

Es necesario cierto coraje intelectual para que un individuo reconozca valerosamente que no pasa de ser un harapo humano, aborto superviviente, loco todavía fuera de las fronteras de la internabilidad;

Let us be as chaste as dead lips, as pure as dreamed bodies, as resigned to being both these things as mad little nuns …

Si todo hombre fuera juez, todos los hombres estarían locos