If the love is not madness, then the sex is not insane
To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!
Madness
If my madness could shout
All you could hear are noises.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
To have the beginning of a truly great story, you need to have a character you're completely and utterly obsessed with. Without obsession, to the point of a maddening addiction,there's no point to continue.
Some women tend to bring insults into a little show you put forth to make them laugh, but they later accuse you of some abnormality if you keep them at arms length in order to regain your respect.
I wear the universe backwards.
I imagine putting stars in my
coffee, and sugar in the sky.
I imagine going fishing in clouds,
and watching the sun hide
behind lakes. I'm too busy dancing
with my imagination to even tip toe
with reality for a second.
They say I'm going mad.
They're right.
An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.
Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.
Sitting to think of what to write will only set your ass on fire, give you headache, twist your face to look stupid, instead, walk around with a blank mind and something from somewhere will fill it up.
The life of a writer is directed by a mad impulsive muse, that can tell them to cancel all their storyline: a creative divergent devil.
Pegging your contentment to the overall state of the world rather than of your own life: the basis of morality, or a sort of madness?
The world is too sane. It could use a little madness.
Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.
He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. "I will go mad!" he annouced.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
Too much sanity may be madness - and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
As long as he deceived himself about the truth, he could blame fortune and have confidence in the future. Now the clouds of madness were closing round his mind.
Madness is something rare in individuals - but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.
This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.
Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.
Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.
True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.
Though the ancient poet in Plutarch tells us we must not trouble the gods with our affairs because they take no heed of our angers and disputes, we can never enough decry the disorderly sallies of our minds.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
Poets should be crazy-but only in their poems.
Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.
But maybe that isn't possible. Maybe the mind of the majority is always the healthy mind, simply by virtue of its numbers. Maybe it's the definition of madness to believe I'm right and everyone else if wrong, to find my thoughts rational and reasonable when almost the entire world finds them damaged and flawed.
If you haven’t lost your mind yet, that’s because you haven’t seen very much.
excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.
I want me to be yours.
How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?
(Her husband's departure ...) had picked Mildred up by the hair and dropped her down at the doorstep of insanity.
From "Butterfly on F street
Relationships are nine parts intuition, one part madness.
Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.
Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.
I need a new trick if I am to walk without legs, see without eyes or speak without words.
It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.
No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.
Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.
Right now, in this dusty anti-paradise, I have absolutely no hand in the future at all.
I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.
I used to love lulling, running water – a sound so infrequent in cityscapes. Its loss always made me feel lonely when I lived amongst concrete.
Truth starts with a sense.
A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.
Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.
Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.
Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.
Passion often makes a madman of the cleverest man, and renders the greatest fools clever.
When your madness is creative and necessary, people will not notice the fact that you are crazy.
As a comedian, the more you commit the sin of stupidity, three essential things happen to your life:
~people applaud you incessantly.
~love you more than their parents.
~give you a daily bread.
Madness has no sense of humour
Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.
And never, never, dear madam, put 'Wednesday' simply as the date! That way madness lies!
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.
The stupidity of gossips is that they become frightened when they see your face, and a little word from your mouth makes them vibrate like an electrocuted criminal.
If you think that I am mad now, then take away my books, and you'll find I've completely gone insane!
I never think of policemen's wives; their beauty maddens me like wine.
I finally gave in today. Admitting that I haven't been able to do it alone, that's defeat right? But do a couple pills change why I'm here? Will my spirit be altered? Do my passions change? Will I lose hope either way? My madness is what makes me. It’s my most unique beauty.
I am aware of my madness and what I need is someone else to see the beauty in my madness.
Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.
Some people in orthodox churches in Africa take poverty as a path that leads to heaven, making christianity look unattractive.
Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.
There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat.
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
When you are mad, mad like this, you don't know it. Reality is what you see. When what you see shifts, departing from anyone else's reality, it's still reality to you.
Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
[Man] literally drives himself into a blind obliviousness with social games, psychological tricks, personal preoccupations so far removed from the reality of his situation that they are forms of madness, but madness all the same.
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason coexists with our insanity
But we choose between reality and madness
It's either sadness or euphoria
That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.
Melancholy is an escape not from reality, but unreality of the world.
Adevărul total care nu face distincţia între nebunie şi realitate.
I do not believe that a dream should necessarily be taken for reality, or reality for madness.
It's amusing to me that we refer to people who live in their heads as detached, disturbed, or mad, when reality for anyone is actually a matter of the individual's state of mind. The mad truth - all people live in their heads. Whatever you think life is, it is.
Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.
It is love and reason,' I said,'fleeing from all the madness of war.
To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.
It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.
All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art.
All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too.
Qui cache son fou, meurt sans voix
I am an artist. And An artist is simply a man who is pulled along by a river: on one side sanity lies, and the other madness, yet he will find no peace on either, as the current of his art drags him away from the everyday life on it's banks, where others watch, unable to help him until he reaches the immensity of the ocean.
When you commune with your ever-present inner calm, you are released from the madness and pain of all outer turmoil.
Why does our world feel so very crazy? Why do mental and emotional illnesses emerge more rapidly than we can educate psychiatrists, psychologists, addiction specialists, and mental health counselors to diagnose and treat them? We are marinating in the soup of collective madness, cruelty, selfishness, and lies, the soup of spiritual toxicity.
precious laughing time is wasted, because I have to put up with Satan's stupid minions who smile without attempting to anger somebody else - leave us alone already.
It's madness the sheep to talk peace with the wolf
We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.
With lack of sleep and too much understanding I grow a little crazy, I think, like all men at sea who live too close to each other and too close thereby to all that is monstrous under the sun and moon.
Have only this consolation-that he was never a fiend or even truly a madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled on things no mortal ought ever to know, and reached back through the years as no one ever should reach; and something came out of those years to engulf him.
If you follow the pescribed way of how people want you to be, then it will be of great relieve if you commit suicide than to be dragged along like a donkey.
I’m just saying it doesn’t always have to be spirits and magic. Sometimes hauntings are in your mind. It doesn’t make them less real.
Life’s contentment is like an abstract edifice with a domed ceiling of insanity
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.