Madness Quotes
You have everything but one thing: madness. A man needs a little madness or else - he never dares cut the rope and be free.
Act – make an event. Smash the coordinates and see where the smithereens fly. Let in the madness, and be sure to be a danger to oneself and others. Too much thinking turns you into that fool Hamlet.
The last madness I’ll probably persist in is to believe myself a poet: it will be up to the critics to cure me.
Hail fellow well meet on the highway to madness. Madness is a small town very far away. Most of us, at some point, find we probably could walk there. Others have a road cave in and dump them 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.
We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.
Madness is born in the blood. It is my birthright.
The first part of madness is believing what you hear. The Second is acting on it.
Till now, madness has been thought a small island in an ocean of sanity. I am beginning to suspect that it is not an island at all but a continent.
As Carl Jung put it, “In each of us there is another whom we do not know.” As Pink Floyd sang, “There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me.
Joe is never sure whether they're mad or just alarmingly and uncompromisingly incapable of self-delusion.
If all the people break, and all the world breaks, and everyone and everything goes mad, then I can be normal, just like everyone else, right?
Oh, you are mad!" she exclaimed, quite out of patience."Possibly. But I like my madness.
When the thin line between love and hatred faded away completely, madness sprang back to life inside the numb hearts.
I keep forgetting that if you live in a big city only mad people talk to themselves.
He's no idiot, in fact he's a genius... and that's as far from an idiot as you can get without reaching madness.
Their eyes persecuted him everywhere, eventually following him all the way into the darkness around his bed and into his dreams, like a madness that threatened to overpower him.
She saw him like he was the only star in the whole damn sky. Like he was the only bridge between her sanity and madness.
But only in mad people fear goes on constant night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
Boasting about badness without actively involving in badness is mere madness.
The reality I submerse myself in when writing, is far greater than the physical reality surrounding me at work!
She looked at me again, and the sweet and shy Nicole disappeared. Her eyes b
I'm beginning to think information is our addictive madness.
One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst…crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)
A loon thought he was Frank Sinatra and every time Frank came on TV or radio the loon would go mad, impostor!
He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn’t take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!
He was a silent type, very nervy of people: shy, introverted, nobody would believe he could scream so loud…well he did drink a bottle of bleach!
Unlike most I don’t fear prison, never have, never will. Obviously I don’t want it, I hate it, but it’s the hate that drives me on to survive.
Some of the madmen are really fun to be with. I soon learnt to relate to them. I soon became one of them. I ended up the maddest of the mad. There is no madder than myself! Please believe it.
Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.
A doctor once asked me: 'Charlie, what do you think your problem is?' “Doc, ' I said, '…you’re the problem!