There is madness in youth, but sometimes a god inspires it.

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.

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of...

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

Actors are able to trick themselves into treating anything as if it’s fantastic. It’s a kind of madness really.

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Men are so inevitably mad that not to be mad would be to give a mad twist to madness.

[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.

Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew.

Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.

A little madness shows the way to happiness.A little kindness can heal the sadness.

Indeed, in that sense we’re all rather often almost like mad people, only with the slight difference that the ‘sick’ are somewhat madder than we are, so that it’s necessary to draw a line here.

The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From...

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.

Nobody wants to know how you feel, yet, they want you to do what they feel.

Call it sentimentality. Call it curiosity. Just don’t call it madness.

Gavin, I can’t talk to you here. People will call me crazy.”My imaginary friend smirked. “But you’re already talking to me.””Well, I have to stop.”His smirk grew cocky. “I doubt you can resist.”And he was...

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition...

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Notre devoir n’est pas de nous débarrasser du fou, mais de débarrasser le fou de sa folie.

You understand the logic behind the illogical, Alyssa. It’s in your nature to find tranquility amid the madness. And that’s what we’re doing here. We are giving our food a fighting chance.

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

Something Simon composed years ago is playing on someone else’s personal headphones; it’s a man sat opposite him in the waiting room. He believes the man is destroying his piece by reading a car magazine...

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

The Mad Scene. Enter Ophelia!

I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest...

Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer...

…look up and see the madnessorganized in the stars.

Whose Daddy’s Little Girl Now?

You know those afternoons,” he asks, drawing a shaking breath, “where you’re just going along, doing fine, and then afternoon comes and it feels like you’ve just got the wind knocked out of you and...

This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.

I’m freeeee… SPLAT!”.

But optimism dribbles away when horror repeats.

An old dream with a shiny new veneer. It’s fascinating, you know, how an obsolete madness is sometimes adopted and stylized in an attempt to ghoulishly preserve it. These are the days of second-hand fantasies...

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.

He shook hands. With greening faces, with eyes full of sparks, his two friends leaned upon their canes. One had on a crushed bowler (why?)… Both were weary. Both knew that what was approaching was...

In reading The History of Nations, we find that, like individuals, they have their whims and their peculiarities, their seasons of excitement and recklessness, when they care not what they do. We find that whole...

Be silent and listen: have you recognized your madness and do you admit it? Have you noticed that all your foundations are completely mired in madness? Do you not want to recognize your madness and...

Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting,too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness,...

Then he looked up, despite all best prior intentions. In four minutes, it would be another hour; a half hour after that was the ten-minute break. Lane Dean imagined himself running around on the break,...

Relationships are nine parts intuition, one part madness.

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

Sex and love they choose the different paths. Love always leads to devotion, sacrifice, and dedication, which are forms of insanity and madness; but sex it is always about comfort, pleasure and power.

Christ,” he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,”You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven’t you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face. Step...

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.