Madness Quotes
My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?
Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.
In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.
You cannot escape what you have to deal with inside yourself. It will never bring good things. It will only bring madness.
Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.
Art is a little bit larger than life - it's an exhalation of life and I think you probably need a little touch of madness.
What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.
I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
If there's any answer, maybe love can end the madness Maybe not, oh, but we can only try.
I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.
Laughter, along with madness, seemed to be the only way out, the emergency exit for humans.
To philosopher and historian the madness and imbecile wickedness of mankind ought to appear ordinary events.
Often-times it's madness, not genius that moves the world forward. Who else but the mad would reach so far, stretching for the impossible and, in so doing, prove the impossible possible!
To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.
What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain.
Madness designates the equinox between the vanity of night's hallucinations and the non-being of light's judgments.
There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness and terror involved in this kind of madness... It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.
Two things are necessary for success in life; one is a sense of purpose and the other, a touch of madness.
To a writer, madness is a final distillation of self, a final editing down. It's the drowning out of false voices.
Despite the goings-on in Congress, I don't believe the USA is bordering on madness. I believe Mexico and Canada are.
The man visited by ecstasies and visions, who takes dreams for realities is an enthusiast; the man who supports his madness with murder is a fanatic.
There are always a few who stand up in times of communal madness and have the courage to say that what unites us is greater than what divides us.
I don't possess these thoughts I have --- they possess me. I don't possess these feelings I have --- They obsess me.
Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.
Just as modern motorways have no room for ox-carts or wandering pedestrians, so modern society has little place for lives and ways that are too eccentric.
Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.
If the dead talk to you, you are a spiritualist; if God talks to you, you are a schizophrenic.
In the case of pilots, it is a little touch of madness that drive us to go beyond all known bounds. Any search into the unknown is an incomparable exploitation of oneself.
We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?
Leona Helmsley's dog made $12 million last year... and Dean McLaine, a farmer in Ohio, made $30,000. It's just a gigantic version of the madness that grows in every one of our brains.
Hospitality sometimes degenerates into profuseness, and ends in madness and folly.
