Quotes About Madness

A menudo he pensado que la locura es un poco como la noche, debido a las distintas formas en que se extendió durante varios años por mi corazón y mi mente, unas veces con dureza o rapidez, otras con lentitud y sutileza, de modo que apenas era consciente de que estaba dominándome.

resulta muy duro en los tiempos que vivimos estar loco y ser de mediana edad

Noté como la locura intentaba apoderarse de mi pensamiento. Y me sentí como un escalador que de repente pierde el equilibrio y se tambalea, sabiendo que un resbalón se convertirá en una caída y que si no logra aferrarse a algo se desplomará hacia la inconsciencia.

una locura con un inconfundible toque de inteligencia, porque provocará que me sume a ella.»

Find the psychosis in flower, he thought.

Ahora, cuando lo recuerdo, me parece todo muy ridículo y pienso que debería reírme. Pero no lo era. Era un sitio de un dolor indescriptible. Eso es lo que la gente que nunca a estado loca no puede entender. Lo mucho que hiere cada delirio. Lo lejos que parece la realidad del alcance de uno. Es un mundo de desesperación y frustración.

En mi lápida quiero que diga: «Estaba loco, pero al menos lo intentó.» —¡Papá!

Y cómo todos esos dolores acumulados habían evolucionado con los años hacia la locura.

Locura -pensó-. Pero una locura con un inconfundible toque de inteligencia, porque provocará que me sume a ella".

Acepta la locura. Crea el delirio. Establece la duda. Alimenta la paranoia.

Ése es uno de los principales problemas de estar loco: nunca estás seguro de las cosas

Estar loco te proporciona una visión interesante de la vida

We all chase the dream, but when taken to excess by individuals or in crowds, the chasing of dreams becomes madness. And chasing the dream with other people's money is at best irresponsible and often fraudulent.

It really was shocking, as though the world was going mad, people turning in on themselves and falling prey to wicked thoughts.

It proved what the Vicar said, that there really was a devil lurking in the shadows in the dark recesses of the human mind, a monster preying on the defenceless, the old and the young, small boys and old ladies, the raving lunatics turned onto the streets for some care in the community. It really was shocking, as though the world was going mad, people turning in on themselves and falling prey to wicked thoughts.

Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it.

When in the world will this lunacy end?

I would know you from the heart of the sun. I would know you even if I were mad. I will know you always, whatever form I wear. I swear it.

You've infested the whole ship with your medieval madness." Dust smiled. "Not mine. Conn's. The Captain's word is Law.

She shook her head, wondering if the jangle of voices was already driving her mad.

Abby Irene smiled. And she did, Sebastien loved her, the brittle mortality and all its mad, fragile bravery.

Let me tell you about love. Love is a kind of madness and you would follow it anywhere, you don't care.

I like to think or say, some madness there.

It was an endless, consuming nightmare that she escaped only in madness. And then the escape was not complete. Part of her knew, always.