Madness Quotes
You’ve been inexpressibly lucky, ” he said finally. “And inexpressibly mad, although in your case the two seem to be the same thing
When I say the things that don't make sense you answer me anyway. It's like having green in your shirt.
We are all just illusions of what we want the world to believe about us, no one even begins to assume what lurks below my surface, not even my best friends. ~Callum~
There is something maddening about mediocrity that calls forth the worst in those who are forced to deal with it.
Never had a decent report in his life!" Tony repeated, hardly able to believe the words. He was thinking, in shocked surprise, that even Tante Bettina did not know how mad the English could be.
Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I’m probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I’d sooner die today than allow it too!
Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?
Ask anybody, would you want an ex-madman living next door? It’s difficult enough being an ex-convict. It’s double hard for us ‘madmen’. Please believe it.
Looking back at the years I spent in the asylums, I’m now convinced some of that insanity rubbed off onto me!
Crushes are more beautiful than affairs because there is no responsibility, no worry, no commitment. Just look at your crush and smile like an idiot.
(On the communist regime of Ceaușescu)"Romania, " said Eugene, "was twenty million people living inside the imagination of a madman.
What might happen if we could somehow reorient ourselves toward our more loving, bonobo side rather than our inner mad chimpanzee?
If you haven’t lost your mind yet, that’s because you haven’t seen very much.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains, drinking poison, and now quietly choosing annihilation.
Only a mind that is deeply stirred can utter something noble and beyond the power of others.
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.
Christ--the quickest way to send a bloke mad is to let him go on re-fighting his war till he gets it right.
If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?
Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.
We are all subjected to two distinct natures in the same person. I myself have suffered grievously in that way.
How bizarre, i think to myself, to be on a train and to actually not want to arrive anywhere? What kind of madness is that?
Here is what happens in middle age: Some friends and acquaintances who were merely eccentric for years become unmistakably mad.
...and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.
Madness, Brother Masseo, is the salt which prevents good sense from rotting.
If you could stretch a given minute, what would you find between its unstuck components? Probably some kind of astral madness. A bleak comprehension of the final size of things.
I wondered what sort of woman loved a man like that.
People like you don’t go mad, Vi. They’re quiet on the outside and loud on the inside and sane as the day is long
