Quotes About Madness

If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

Vrlo osebujan tip lu?aka vjeruje da ?e usaditi svoja na?ela. (...) U?itelji stvarnosti. Oni žele da vam daju poruku - da vas kazne poukom - o Stvarnom.

Ima u tome neke mudrosti, pomislio je, kao da bi posrtanjem mogao vratiti ravnotežu, ili priznaju?i malo ludila do?i pameti. A uživao je u šalama na svoj ra?un.

Of course, I have known for a long time that we have inherited a mad fear of being slighted or scorned, an exacerbated honor. It is not quite the duelist's madness of a hundred years ago, but we are a people of tantrums nevertheless. A word exchanged in a movie or some other crowd, and we are ready to fly at one another.

Reality is always controlled by the people who are the most insane.

Lilt pulled away. I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it... She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. Have we all gone mad to want this?

Pasión! ¡Embriaguez!¡Demencia! ¡Todo esto es letra muerta para vosotros, impasibles moralistas!

Su inquietud lo inclina hacia lo inalcanzable, pero percibe su locura sólo a medias.

Isso é bem outra coisa", replicou Alberto, "porque um homem que se deixa arrastar por uma paixão violenta perde a faculdade de refletir e deve ser considerado como um ébrio, como um demente.

El encargarse de locos acaba por dañar al mismo diablo.

Así es como echa un loco enamorado por el aire la luna y las estrellas y el sol, para recreo de su amor.

Between the idea and the experience there seems to be a certain gulf fixed; we exert all our strength to cross it, in vain. In spite of this, we strive constantly to overcome this gap by means of reason, understanding, imagination, faith, feeling, madness, and, if nothing else will serve, with absurdity.

If the word revolution is used seriously and not merely as an epithet for this season's novelties, it implies a process. No revolution is simply the result of personal originality. The maximum that such originality can achieve is madness: madness is revolutionary freedom confined to the self.

It is said that those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad. It may well be that a war neurosis stirred up by propaganda of fear and hatred is the prelude to destruction.

a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.

In no age or country, perhaps, since the dawn of civilization was humbuggery exhibited in more gigantic and grotesque forms. . . . Reason was everywhere reeling in the storm, and madness ruled the masses."22

So it is not the danger that creeps people out. It is something else. Something uncanny. An aura of madness. Even with his face hidden, I could see Enmeduranki had it.

But men are the thralls and serfs, the gladiators and poppets, the concubines and cattle, the pets and toys of powers they do not see, do not know, and do not recall upon waking. Those few who by mishap recall truly and do know how truly dark the night is, they are called mad and hauled away screaming.

Those who, rejecting Scripture, imagine that they have some peculiar way of penetrating to God, are to be deemed not so much under the influence of error as madness.

However much the devil and wicked men may rage, however much they boil with their own unrestrained anger, there is no doubt that God checks and curbs their madness with a hidden bridle.

How detestable, I ask you, is this madness: that man, finding God in his body and soul a hundred times, on this very pretense of excellence denies that there is a God?

He is the way because he leads us to the Father. He is the truth and the life because in Him we apprehend the Father. Therefore all theology separated from Christ is not only empty but also mad, deceiving and counterfeit.

We all have our routines," he said softly. "But they must have a purpose and provide an outcome that we can see and take some comfort from, or else they have no use at all. Without that, they are like the endless pacings of a caged animal. If they are not madness itself, then they are a prelude to it.

We all have our routines. But they must have a purpose and provide an outcome that we can see and take some comfort from, or else they have no use at all. Without that, they are like the endless pacings of a caged animal. If they are not madness itself, then they are a prelude to it.