Quotes About Madness

Things oughtn't to be the way they are, altogether. But letting a madman burn down the barn is no way to improve them.

I was already thinking there was no way out of the vicious circle of madness—after all, no one can think with anything but his brain, no one can be outside himself to check whether the processes taking place in his body are normal.

Ale on jest przecie? rozstrojony. Elektryczny wariat... - ?adny wariat. ByÅ'eÅ› w sterowni? - Nie. Tu byÅ'em. - No. A ja byÅ'em. Szkoda, ?e nie widziaÅ'eÅ›, jak rozwalaÅ' nasze sondy. - To znaczy, ?e jak? Å»e oni go przestroili? Å»e jest ju? pod ich kontrolÄ…? Wszyscy mówiÄ… oni - pomyÅ›laÅ' Rohan. Jakby to naprawdÄ™ byÅ'y ?ywe, rozumne istoty... - A proton go wie. Podobno tylko siÄ™ rozstroiÅ'a Å'Ä…czno??.

Too much beauty undermines the marriage vows, too much knowledge leads to isolation, and too much wealth produces madness.

Non ero pazzo. L'ultima speranza si dileguava.

If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility.

Postmodernism is the Enlightenment gone mad.

L'unico modo per non temere la morte è non pensarla e non crederle. Voltarle le spalle, anche se lei è ovunque, e non puoi voltare le spalle a ciò che è ovunque. Puoi voltare le spalle al deserto? Uno dei misteri della morte è proprio questa nostra follia: tentare di non temerla.

Still, New York in the 1880's had become a city of mad, entrepreneurial schemes, many of which didn't work. Into this mood of hectic speculation and crazy chance-taking, Mr. Clark's scheme fitted perfectly. It was an era of folly. Building the Dakota

The maddened four men followed frantically, for it is better to be in the presence of the awful than only within hearing. (The Black Dog)

Their myths understand that whoever created this baffling world, with its cruelties, wonders, caprices, beauties, madness, and injustice, must themselves have been cruel, wonderful, capricious, beautiful, mad, and unjust. The Greeks created gods that were in their image: warlike but creative, wise but ferocious, loving but jealous, tender but brutal, compassionate but vengeful.

What did we see last night?" he asked. "It wasn't warfare. It was madness. Deception, savagery, dishonor, and disgrace. What have the mortals become?" "Terrible, isn't it? Who do they think they are—gods?" "There's a time for humor, Hermes, and this isn't it," said Apollo.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

At bottom, you see, we are not Homo sapiens as all. Our core is madness. The prime directive is murder. What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle. And that is what the Pulse exposed five days ago.

Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.

Kill you all! The clown was laughing and screaming. Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

The sleep of reason breeds monsters.

The Overlook was still not done with him. Written on the mirror, not in lipstick but in blood, was a single word: REDRUM

He had discovered that there was not just one God but many, and some were more than cruel — they were insane, and that changed all. Cruelty, after all, was understandable. With insanity, however, there was no arguing.

I'm going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!

That rational voice was right to be frightened. There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.

So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!