They certified that I was sane; but I know that I am mad.” This confession gives us the key to what is most important and significant in Tolstoy’s hidden life.

Proclamava-se ali o fim do mundo, a salvação penitencial, a visão do sétimo dia, o advento do anjo, a colisão cósmica, a extinção do sol, o espírito da tribo, a seiva da mandrágora, o unguento...

Capitalist realism insists on treating mental health as if it were a natural fact, like weather (but, then again, weather is no longer a natural fact so much as a political-economic effect). In the 1960s...

Se tudo o resto não me basta por que hei-de impedir o efeito paliativo das benzodiazepinas e a volúpia desta evocação alucinatória?If everything else is not enough for me why should I stop the palliative...

Worse than madness. Sanity.

But at some point it becomes obvious that, ultimately, the adventure of faith is the most sensible thing to do, and in fact the only thing worth doing. As Sam says toward the end of...

The tapestry of my life was a ruin of unravelling threads. The brightest parts were a nonsensical madman’s weaving. And now every day was a grey stitch, laid down with an outpatient’s patience, one following...

It is such a supreme folly to believe that nuclear weapons are deadly only if they’re used. The fact that they exist at all, their presence in our lives, will wreak more havoc than we...

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

Theo’s already on his way. Paul might bee too, but communications have been down so long, I don’t know.””Heading out here with a storm like this coming in? That’s madness.” Dad sighs. “Then again, jumping...

Madness breeds madness.

It’s salt. Why don’t you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren’t I just good enough to eat?

«…you’re too old not to have had, how shall I say, certain experiences. You’ve had bad internet dates. You’ve had people be creeps to you. You’ve seen what you’ve seen; you’ve felt what you’ve felt....

I want to be loved so badly, it verges on mild insanity.

With every vial of success there is always a pinch of madness.

During the earliest attacks of Fear and intense unreality, I sometimes uttered these unconscious and shocking words: ‘I should prefer to escape into madness to avoid this consuming fear.’ Alas, I did not know what...

In college, educated women (I found out) were frigid; active women (I knew) were neurotic; women (we all knew) were timid, incapable, dependent, nurturing, passive, intuitive, emotional, unintelligent, obedient, and beautiful. You can always get...

It is easy to identify a shallow person by the attention he gives to what will do him absolutely no good.

she will change the world someday, her cure of love in a world gone mad; is the gentle kind of touch that will teach women to grow and men to rise.

Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.

They ask me what is madness and I reply it is a gift.They ask me why, and I said:The world trough the eyes of normal people is boring, but look at it trough the eyes...

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut…

I had lost confidence and a sense of self. Who am I? Am I a person who cowers in fear at the back of a spin class, avoiding everyone’s gaze? This uncertainty about who I...

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

I am mad, and I embrace it.

In all societies, women are in double jeopardy; on the one hand we are expected to conform to certain emotional standards in our relationships with others at the penalty of being declared insane; on the...

Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.

one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duelist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six-inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale....

(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

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...

In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom.

Do you think that too,” she said, “that I have slept too long in the moonlight?

Some madness doesn’t act mad to begin with, sometimes it will knock politely at the door, and when you let it in, it’ll simply sit in the corner without a fuss – and grow.

There was a fine line between madness and intelligence.

I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter

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.

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.

Emancipation resulting in madness. Unlimited freedom to choose and play a tremendous variety of roles with a lot of coarse energy.

It’s madness the sheep to talk peace with the wolf

A true god surely cannot have been born of a girl, nor died on the gibbet, nor be eaten in a piece of dough… [or inspired] books, filled with contradictions, madness, and horror.

Aucun des sophismes de la folie, – la folie qu’on enferme, – n’a été oublié par moi : je pourrais les redire tous, je tiens le système.

Sometimes he wondered if he did these things just to test himself. To see if the feelings had gone. But they had not. When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he...

Despite an icy northeast wind huffing across the bay I sneak out after dark, after my mother falls asleep clutching her leather Bible, and I hike up the rutted road to the frosted meadow to...

Truth starts with a sense.

Mapenzi ni wazimu, kama si wazimu si mapenzi.

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...

Passion often makes a madman of the cleverest man, and renders the greatest fools clever.

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more...

This madness has reached us, and we have to deal with it,