Best 930 quotes in «madness quotes» category

Livet består av en del galskap, og en del visdom; den som bare skriver ærbødig og konvensjonelt, utelater mer enn halvparten.

Living with someone who hates you is—it drives you mad—

Looking back at the years I spent in the asylums, I’m now convinced some of that insanity rubbed off onto me!

...look up and see the madness organized in the stars.

Love is a mental madness.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and, when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From time to time, a well-loved face will peer out and love floods back. A scrap of cloth flutters and it becomes a sign and a code and a message and all that you want it to be. Then it vanishes and you are outside the dark tower again.

Love is one of society's many socially accepted forms of madness.

Love releases us into the realm of divine imagination, where the soul is expanded and reminded of its unearthly cravings and needs. We think that when a lover inflates his loved one he is failing to acknowledge her flaws - "Love is blind." But it may be the other way around. Love allows a person to see the true angelic nature of another person, the halo, the aureole of divinity. Certainly from the perspective of ordinary life this is madness and illusion. But if we let loose our hold on our philosophies and psychologies of enlightenment and reason, we might learn to appreciate the perspective of eternity that enters life as madness, Plato's divine frenzy.

Love weakens rationality and leaves everyone only one step beyond the mental disorder. Love and madness, therefore, are almost the same phenomenon.

Loving without losing yourself is madness. Loving to lose yourself is merit.

Mad is a label we attach to people we find disruptive and confusing.

Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew.

Madness is blackness.

Madness is forever! We even smell different, our hearts don’t beat, they tick, our eyes are different, we don’t just see, we also pick up vibes. We are probably dehumanised and way past our ‘sell by’ date, totally unusable, bitter as lemons.

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

Madness is like being primitive once again and going back to the ancient era when there was no language, no clothes to wear, no ready-made food to eat, no cozy shelter to take rest in and no future to plan about. Only the ‘present’ was present with a struggle to survive. But, the only difference between a ‘primitive man’ and a ‘mad man’ is that the former had a ‘reasonable’ mind with some unreasonable traits and the latter has an ‘unreasonable’ mind with many unreasonable and possibly some reasonable traits!

Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting,too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.

Madness does not always howl. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "Hey, is there room in your head for one more?

Madness exist in the mind.

Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.

Madness is a wholly human malady borne in a brain too evolved—or not quite evolved enough—to bear the awful burden of its own existence.

Madness is deep distress.

Madness is freedom and some may only perceive its Insanity.

Madness, Brother Masseo, is the salt which prevents good sense from rotting.

Madness! Exactly! You got it right! Do you know what it means?" "I see it, I don't need to define it or describe it." "Let me teach you! Madness is bearing the unbearable until the unbearable becomes the dominator. When you are overcharged with an emotion, Pianist Norina, when it exceeds the limit, you reach that state of mind, which is not only related to the mind, it also controls all the human senses, it becomes an overall state and attitude. They call it obscurity and vagueness when they don't understand something or someone.. By the way, it's rule one in our game.

Mad people are very emotionally orientated! They have complex feelings, they’re easily upset, but are also easy to please! Most mad people have lonely lives, as nobody understands them. So they become “Lost Souls.” They dream a lot. Go within their minds to search - some will turn strange, become dangerous. So a madman is created! His world becomes a mission.

Madness, genius, originality - it's all the same thing; it's a breaking of our normal value structure and the substitution of another one.

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

Madness is depressing illusion.

Madness is like gravity, you just need to push it...

…madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…

Madness is witlessness’s.

Magda looks at me as if I've gone mad. Or I've grown up. It's kind of the same thing.

Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it.

[Man] literally drives himself into a blind obliviousness with social games, psychological tricks, personal preoccupations so far removed from the reality of his situation that they are forms of madness, but madness all the same.

Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.

Many writers make the mistake of making their readers appear like Lazarus, without any iota of care, throwing down books to readers to crunch as if they are dogs.

Mapenzi ni wazimu, kama si wazimu si mapenzi.

Marcelian Piaffus adored the heirloom's macabre biography, she could tell. Strangely enough, he had a disregard for its severity despite his beliefs, especially in the hands of a child, and even though Estefania had always been aware that darkness could latch itself onto objects, having grown up among unspeakable atrocities, she decided her daughter had too much grit to decline into madness.

Marcus turned his back to her. He feared that if he saw her face, it might weaken his resolve. Love was indeed a madness.

Maybe all Americans who suffer from melancholy act as if they have gone mad. But I truly thought he might throw himself in the river, and I don't want his ghost visiting to keep telling me he's sorry.

Maybe I was crazy about you. Maybe I was just crazy.

Maybe it is not the 'mad' people who should be fixed in order to function in our society, but our society that needs to be fixed so that we do not interfere with their function.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness." - Ismene, Antigone (The Theban Plays) by Sophocles

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness." - Ismene

Men are so inevitably mad that not to be mad would be to give a mad twist to madness.

Melancholy is an escape not from reality, but unreality of the world.

Mental health sufferers are not crazy. They have special insight. You better recognize that setting aside your interest people to stay asleep and show empathy towards God's imperfect creations, otherwise the world has no meaning to exist.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence -- whether much that is glorious -- whether all that is profound -- does not spring from disease of thought -- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however rudderless or compassless, into the vast ocean of the ‘light ineffable’.