Best 930 quotes in «madness quotes» category

I went into photography because it seemed like the perfect vehicle for commenting on the madness of today's existence.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.

Let us be separated by wars and pestilence, death, madness but not by the passing of time.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.

Let us stop being afraid. Of our own thoughts, our own minds. Of madness, our own or others'. Stop being afraid of the mind itself, its astonishing functions and fandangos, its complications and simplifications, the wonderful operation of its machinery--more wonderful because it is not machinery at all or predictable.

Life, this endless conversation with yourself. Silent in sanity, audible in madness.

Like madness, is the glory of this life.

Madness ends sometimes. The Gods decree it, not man.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

Love is merely a madness.

Madness and genius are two sides to the same coin.

Madness is a prerequisite of being in showbusiness.

Madness is no madness when shared.

Madness is the absolute break with the work of art; it forms the constitutive moment of abolition, which dissolves in time the truth of the work of art.

Madness is the result not of uncertainty but certainty.

Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.

Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.

Madness is a divine release of the soul from the yoke of custom and convention.

Madness is not enlightenment, but the search for enlightenment is often mistaken for madness.

Madness is only a variety of mental nonconformity and we are all individualists here.

Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.

Madness, and then illumination.

Madness, as I understood it from books, meant a person who was open to the high white whine of everything.

madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom

Madness is never that far away. It's as close as saying yes to the wrong impulse.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

Madness comes from God, whereas sober sense is merely human.

Madness is badness of spirit, when one seeks profit from all sources.

Madness, in its wild, untamable words, proclaims its own meaning; in its chimeras, it utters its secret truth.

Madness is a kind of mental suicide.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.

Music is a savage art, a measured madness.

Most SF is about madness, or what is currently ruled to be madness; this is part of its attraction - it's always playing with how much the human mind can encompass.

Multi-tasking arises out of distraction itself.

Obsession is the wellspring of genius and madness.

My backyard was replete with madness, it just grew indigenously in South Florida.

My wits begin to turn.

Nature has no cure for this sort of madness, though I have known a legacy from a rich relative work wonders.

Nec audiendi qui solent dicere, vox populi, vox Dei, quum tumultuositas vulgi semper insaniae proxima sit. We should not listen to those who like to affirm that the voice of the people is the voice of God, for the tumult of the masses is truly close to madness.

Not only is the statistical madness an assault on individuality, it's also one on temporality too. Statistics - even when accurate - are only an image of the past that can then be Photoshopped before being pasted on to the future.

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

Nothing is so wretched or foolish as to anticipate misfortunes. What madness it is to be expecting evil before it comes.

One only needs to read twentieth-century history to see that it has been the climax of human madness, if it's measured in terms of human violence inflicted on other humans.

One couldn't even measure roughness. So, by luck, and by reward for persistence, I did found the theory of roughness, which certainly I didn't expect and expecting to found one would have been pure madness.

One knows one's madnesses, by and large. By and large the knowledge is vacuous. The notion of naming the beast to conquer it is the idiot optimism of psychotherapy.

Oh, propriety," says Mrs Benjamin. "We're always so concerned with propriety. Even in total madness, we still stick to our hierarchies and chains of command.

One thing in any case is certain: man is neither the oldest nor the most constant problem that has been posed for human knowledge.

Resisting madness is the maddest way of being mad.

Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.