Quotes About Madness

I was having a mildly paranoid day, mostly due to the fact that the mad priest lady from over the river had taken to nailing weasels to my front door again.

We made mad love Shadow love Random love And abandoned love Accidentally like a martyr The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder

My madness is my love towards mankind.

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

It's the World's Gone Crazy Cotillion

Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.

To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart.

Kingship seemed cursed to drive many men mad.

The wise don't know the answer, the intelligent think they do, the crazy don't.

It was mad and it was beautiful.

In a world gone mad, America is still the last best hope.

She took him to places inside a shaded room that he'd only dimly imagined might exist, and while there in sweaty reality he reclined like a pasha of lust, a man lost to squirts, sighs, fresh angles of entry and the enveloping stink, and to find this carnal enchantment for the first time at his age was to welcome a streaking of madness into his life—madness he prayed had no end now that it had begun.

Cuando amor no es locura, no es amor. (When love is not madness, it is not love.)

Genius has its limitations. Insanity, not so much.

Are you all right?' Fitz had asked him. 'I mean, it's not just that you're going mad on us, it's like you're going mad on us in different ways, like different people are doing it. .

Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness a time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy. Oh yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee

Well, spring sprang. We've had our state of grace and our little gift of sanctioned madness, courtesy of Mother Nature. Thanks, Gaia. Much obliged. I guess it's time to get back to that daily routine of living we like to call normal.

This makes no sense. None of it does. But maybe that's the point. Maybe the things that make the least amount of sense are the things you're supposed to do. I don't know. - I look at him, looking back at me. - But one thing I know: I'm not crazy for feeling this way. They're crazy for trying to stop me. And if it's the last time I ever get to feel joy again, I won't let them have it.

psycho monsters.

I'm crazy, boy. I'm a madman. I could eat both of you for dinner and love every bite.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

All he saw was madness and bloodlust and jealousy carved onto countless bleeding and mangled faces.

If you're going to frame a crazy, build a crazy frame.

In a totally sane society, madness is the only freedom.