Quotes About Madness

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

JFK was an asylum, a processing plant, a study in chaos—snaking lines, recorded announcements, furious passengers with their taped-up baggage, clerks fielding complaints in the midst of the madness. For the better part of an hour

That's where his madness lies: in his incredible confidence, his total optimism. [...] And it was true that Morel seemed to be borne forward by a bewildering, almost contagious, confidence. Fields was beginning to be affected by it in spite of himself, and to feel that nothing would ever happen to his Frenchman.

All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art.

My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, 'You are a genius, my love!' To which I replied, 'My girl,' whispering, 'Every doctor in this land with a prescription pad is more of a genius than I.

Was I deranged? Maybe. Yet, is it not derangement that guides us to seek out those we want to love in this world?

Normality highly values its normal man. It educates children to lose themselves and to become absurd, and thus to be normal. Normal men have killed perhaps 100, 000 of their fellow normal men in the last fifty years.

We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt.

I will ask you again. Are you mad? Well, that is the rumor, isn't it?

The jittery focus, the devastated shelves, a couple of fights breaking out over paper towels, a swarm descending on an employee trying to restock toilet paper, madness in people's eyes—it was like the beginning of every show where the streets empty and some grotesque majestic entity emerges from mist or fire.

I have never seen the truth," said Damien, "without crossing my eyes. Life is crazy.

What Juggie said, "They're looking after us," echoed what Zhaanat had said about these lights being the spirits of the dead, joyous, free, benevolent. Even cold to the bone, Millie watched them for a while longer, deciding one explanation did not rule out the other, that charged electrons could be spirits, that nothing ruled out anything else, that mathematics was a rigorous form of madness

And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

The coldest most rational scientific madness is also the most intolerable. But when a man has acquired a certain ability to subsist, even rather scantily, in a certain niche with the help of a few grimaces, he must either keep at it or resign himself to dying the death of a guinea pig. Habits are acquired more quickly than courage, especially the habit of filling one's stomach.

Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.

reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave ...

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies.

Lo mejor que puedes hacer, verdad, cuando estás en este mundo, es salir de él. Loco o no, con miedo o sin él.

Najbolje je što se može u?initi kad je ?ovek na ovom svetu, zar ne, to je da iz njega iza?e? Bio lud ili ne, plašljiv ili ne.

Un fou, ce n'est que les idées ordinaires d'un homme mais bien enfermées dans une tête

I've known a good many sufferers from conviction mania … Of many different types … And in the last analysis, those who talk about justice seem to be the maddest of the lot!

Not for-an empire would those lunatics have gone outside their minds. A madman's thoughts are just the usual ideas of a human being, except that they're hermetically sealed inside his head. The world never gets into his head, and that's the way he wants it. A sealed head is like a lake without an outlet, standing, stagnant.

Sizi akl? ba??nda sanmalar?n?n en iyi yolu baya?? piÅŸkin olmakt?r. Ä°yiden iyiye piÅŸkinseniz mesele yok, o zaman hemen hemen ne yapsan?z yeridir, ne isterseniz, çoÄŸunluk sizden yanad?r ve kimin deli olup olmad???na karar veren de çoÄŸunluktur

Nebunia lui nu avea nimic comun cu nici un soi de demen?? descris? în tratatele cele mai recente ÅŸi mai complete; p?rea s? fie o for?? mental? ce ar fi f?cut din el un geniu sau o c?petenie, dac? n-ar fi fost bizar deformat?.