Best 69 quotes in «delirium quotes» category

I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs.

If it's all been dream and delirium may death ripen me in my dream.

I, for example, quiet plainly and simply insist upon annihilation for myself. “No,” they say, “you must go on living, for without you there would be nothing. If everything on earth were reasonable, nothing would ever happen. Without you there would be no events, and it is necessary that there should be events.” Well, and so on I drudge with unwilling heart so that there be events, and bring about unreason by command. People think toute cette comedie is something serious, all there unquestionable intelligence notwithstanding. There lies there tragedy. Well, and they suffer, of course, but … al the same they live, they live in reality, not in fantasy; for suffering is also life. Without suffering what pleasure would there be in it? Everything would turn into one single, endless church service: much holy soaring, but rather boring. Well, and I? I suffer, but even so I do not live. I am the “x” in an indeterminate equation. I am one of life’s ghosts, who has lost all the ends and the beginnings, and even at last forgotten what to call myself. You are laughing . . . No, you are not laughing, you are angry again. You are eternally angry, you would like there to be nothing but intelligence, but I will tell you again that I would renounce all this empyrean existence, all these honours and ranks just in order to be able to take fleshy form in the person of a seven-pood merchant’s wife and set up candles to God in church. ‘So, you don’t believe in God either?’ Ivan said, smiling with hatred. ‘Well, how can I explain it to you, if you are serious, that is . . . ‘ ‘Does God exist or not?’ Ivan barked, again with ferocious insistence. ‘Ah, so you are serious? My dear little dove, I swear to God I do not know, pour vous dire le grand mot.

I told you," he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. "I like you." "You don't know me," I say quickly. "I want to, though.

I know that life isn’t life if you just float through it.

I miss the flowers; more than anything else I miss the flowers,’ she mused. And sought after them even in the paintings which we brought from the shops and the galleries, magnificent canvases such as I'd never seen in New Orleans-from the classically executed lifelike bouquets, tempting you to reach for the petals that fell on a three-dimensional tablecloth, to a new and disturbing style in which the colors seemed to blaze with such intensity they destroyed the old lines, the old solidity, to make a vision like to those states when I'm nearest my delirium and flowers grow before my eyes and crackle like the flames of lamps. Paris flowed into these rooms.

I said that without love, there could also be no hate: without hate, no violence. Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?" "No.

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

I like you. You don't know me. I want to, though.

In the back of your hypnotic mind Hidden behind your fears Lost between your dreams … Bewitched by the scent of your soul Lured in the ash of your fate … Hanged in the delirium of your whispers Graced by your immortal beauty within … Agonized in your chaotic universe Vanished in your far away sights … Deceived in your fanatical passion Injured by the perfection of your brain … Denuded of fears in front of your judging Kidnapped by your timeless appearance...to the end of love (fragments from I'll be there, chapter Passion)

It's like there's a glass wall between us now, invisible but impenetrable

I’ve learned to get really good at this—say one thing when I’m thinking about something else, act like I’m listening when I’m not, pretend to be calm and happy when really I’m freaking out. It’s one of the skills you perfect as you get older. You have to learn that people are always listening. [...] Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she’s supposed to nod and says what she’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams and says “Gray.” Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

Lord, help us root our feet to the earth And our eyes to the road And always remember the fallen angels Who, attempting to soar, Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting, Came crashing back to the sea. Lord, help root my eyes to the earth And stay my eyes to the road So I may never stumble. -Psalm 24 (From "Prayer and Study," The Book of Shhh)

Love obeys no laws other than its own.

Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small.

Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings in something small.

Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin with a tremor, a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a vibration.

Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility.

Note for a moment do I take you for a truth that is real,' Ivan exclaimed in what even amounted to fury. 'You are a falsehood, you are my illness, you are a ghost. Only I do not know how to destroy you, and perceive that for a certain time I must suffer you. You are a hallucination I am having. You are the embodiment of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and emotions, though only those that are most loathsome and stupid. In that regard you might even be of interest to me, if only I had time to throw away on you ...

No guy in his right mind would ever choose me when there are people like Hana in the world...So I'll be happy to receive my neat, printed sheet of 'Approved Matches.' It means I'll end up with somebody. It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would).

Open the doors of your heart and they will come… And for every cruel arrow, Sweet caresses of delirium also To nourish your soul.

Pero Lena... Mi queridita Lena, con su maraña de pelo negro y sus sonrosadas, rechonchas mejillas. Ella solía rescatar arañas del pavimento para evitar que las aplastaran; callada, pensativa Lena, con el más dulce ceceo para romper tu corazón. Para romper mi corazón: mi salvaje, no curado, errático, incomprensible corazón.

What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?

Pero nunca volví sin recordar el fuego — la forma en que se comió el cielo, el sonido de una casa, un algo, encogiéndose a nada. Era por esto que era como el despertar en las criptas. No muerto. Pero sin ella. Como quemándome vivo.

Soy un mentiroso. Siempre estuve mintiendo. Ella se merecía un ángel, y yo quería serlo por ella.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.

This is one symptom of the deliria no one ever tells you about: Apparently the disease turns you into a world-class liar.

What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.

Solo tengo diecisiete años y ya se algo que ella no sabe. Sé que la vida no es vida si te limitas a dejarte llevar por ella, Se que el objetivo, el único objetivo es encontrar las cosas que importan y aferrarse a ellas, luchar por ellas y negarse a soltarlas.

Te voy a contar otro secreto, este es por tu propio bien. Puedes pensar que el pasado tiene algo que decirte. Puedes pensar que deberías escuchar, esforzarte por distinguir susurros, que deberías hacer lo imposible, inclinarte para escuchar la voz que murmura desde el suelo, desde los lugares muertos. Puede que pienses que ahí vas a encontrar algo, algo que comprender o a lo que encontrar un sentido. Pero yo sé la verdad. La conozco de las noches de frialdad. Sé que el pasado va a tirar de ti hacia abajo y hacia atrás, que te va a engañar con el susurro del viento y los gemidos de los arboles, que te va a impulsar a descifrar lo que no entiendes, a recomponer lo que estaba roto. No hay esperanza. El pasado no es más que una lastre. Se instala en tu interior como una piedra. Hazme caso. Si oyes que el pasado te habla, si sientes que tira de tu espalda y que te pasa por los dedos por la columna, lo mejor que puedes hacer, lo único, es correr

There's that difficulty with delirium too: You see it raging in another person's eyes and then it flickers out. That's the most dangerous moment; it's impossible to see something that's so swiftly and suddenly swallowed you whole.

Things weren’t always as good as they are now. In school we learned that in the old days, the dark days, people didn’t realize how deadly a disease love was. For a long time they even viewed it as a good thing, something to be celebrated and pursued. Of course that’s one of the reasons it’s so dangerous: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. (That’s symptom number twelve, listed in the amor deliria nervosa section of the twelfth edition of The Safety, Health, and Happiness Handbook, or The Book of Shhh, as we call it.) Instead people back then named other diseases—stress, heart disease, anxiety, depression, hypertension, insomnia, bipolar disorder—never realizing that these were, in fact, only symptoms that in the majority of cases could be traced back to the effects of amor deliria nervosa.

-Todo el mundo está dormido. Llevan años dormidos. Tu parecias... despierta - susurra. Cierra los ojos, los vuelve a abrir-. Estoy harto de dormir.

With the same people who had never dreamed their way out of here.

When sleep puts an end to delirium, it is a good symptom.

When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear, some behind a different face or personality, some behind a dense early morning fog, beyond a cliff.

You know the best thing about aeroplanes? Apart from the peanuts in the little silver bags, I mean. It's looking out of the windows at the clouds, and thinking, maybe I could go walking in there. Maybe it's a special place where everything's okay. Sometimes I do go walking in the clouds, but it's just cold and wet and empty. But when you look out of a plane it's a special world... and I like that.

If any young man wants to be a true temperance man let him go and get the delirium tremens, that'll settle it.

Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

Art is created in a state of delirium. Anyting else is the restoration of monuments. Collectors are artist that do not have a home. they have to make one for themselves.

Democracies should be a delirium of choices - more options, not fewer; more avenues to travel, not fewer.

I feel an indescribable ecstasy and delirium in melting, as it were, into the system of being, in identifying myself with the whole of nature.

You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

A period of lewdness and shamelessness exists with the highest type of manic delirium.

By the plain form of my delirium I will blast the obstruction of every form around me into something barely called shadow. I sail. I swim to you. I know the water.

Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.

If one has not heard Wagner at Bayreuth, one has heard nothing! Take lots of handkerchiefs because you will cry a great deal! Also take a sedative because you will be exalted to the point of delirium!

More and more I find that in order to create effectively one has to consider delirium and, yes, organize it.