Do you think that too," she said, "that I have slept too long in the moonlight?
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped pr...
(a.) The condition of being mad; insanity; lunacy.
(a.) Frenzy; ungovernable rage; extreme folly.
Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.
Her silence should be feared more than her words.
Some say that you should turn your face from the light of the moon. They say it makes you mad.I turn my face towards it and I laugh.Make me mad, I whisper. Go on, make Mina mad.I laugh again.Some peop...
In the midst of our worried searching we recklessly abandon the treasures that life has bestowed upon us in the mad hunt for that which we wish to bestow upon ourselves.
How could you get mad at someone who neither needed to attack nor was at all worried about being able to defend? It was like getting mad at Switzerland.
I know how to emulate crazy.
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
That's call reverse, craziness and madness (Kill Game 2016).
The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.
Find beauty in the madness.
The winter drove them mad. It drove every man mad who had ever lived through it; there was only ever the question of degree. The sun disappeared, and you could not leave the tunnels, and everything an...
It was heart-shaking. Glorious. Torches, dizziness, singing. Wolves howling around us and a bull bellowing in the dark. The river ran white. It was like a film in fast motion, the moon waxing and wani...
An exaltation of spirit lifted me, as it were, far above the earth and the sinful creatures crawling on its surface; and I deemed myself as an eagle among the children of men, soaring on high, and loo...
It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the...
With every vial of success there is always a pinch of madness.
I don't possess these thoughts I have --- they possess me. I don't possess these feelings I have --- They obsess me.
When the thin line between love and hatred faded away completely, madness sprang back to life inside the numb hearts.
They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me.