Madness Quotes

How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

The sort of liveliness which increases with age is not far distant from madness.

You’ve got to be crazy! It’s too late to be sane, too late. You’ve got to go full tilt bozo... ‘Cause you’re only given a little spark of madness... and if you lose that, you’re nothing

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric... But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art - he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

I have stolen more quotes and thoughts and purely elegant little starbursts of writing from the Book of Revelation than anything else in the English language - and it is not because I am a biblical scholar, or because of any religious faith, but because I love the wild power of the language and the purity of the madness that governs it and makes it music.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

That in you which recognizes madness as madness (even if it is your own) is sanity, is the arising awareness, is the end of insanity.

Sanity is very rare; every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.

I'm just a little bit sicker then the average individual I think.

Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.

Sometimes in life situations develop that only the half-crazy can get out of.

But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.

He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

No one is sane, straight along, year in and year out, and we all know it. Our insanities are of varying sorts, and express themselves in varying forms-fortunately harmless forms as a rule.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

For to define true madness,What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

All extremes of feeling are allied to madness.

I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind,I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had,But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind;I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad.

When the world goes mad, one must accept madness as sanity; since sanity is, in the last analysis, nothing but the madness on which the whole world happens to agree.

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

Either I'm a genius or I'm mad, which is it? "No," I said, "I can't be mad because nobody's put me away; therefore I'm a genius." Genius is a form of madness and we're all that way. But I used to be coy about it, like me guitar playing. But if there's such a thing as genius - I am one. And if there isn't, I don't care.

Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.

There is bound to be someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they almost always have crystals in their heart

If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

At the beginning of this War megalomania was the only form of sanity.

I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.

The sane would do no good if they made themselves mad to help madmen.

Men fed upon carnage, and drinking strong drinks, have all an impoisoned and acrid blood which drives them mad in a hundred different ways.

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.

He he he... Crazy? Cicero? He he he he! That's... madness.

I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.

Sanity brings pain but madness is a vile thing.

We are in the final stages of egoic madness. Almost the whole world is fighting each other.

Genius and madness have something in common: both live in a world that is different from that which exists for everyone else.

We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us!

Democritus maintains that there can be no great poet without a spite of madness.

One's life is an act with no actor, and thus it has always been recognized that the insane man that has lost his mind is a parody of the sage who has transcended his ego. If one is paranoid, the other is metanoid.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

A crazy person doesn't really lose his mind. It just becomes something more entertaining.

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

Madness such as this, its like trying to stop a fire with the moisture from a kiss

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Love is merely a madness.

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.

Humor is reason gone mad.

I have a plan-to go mad.

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.