Anger is a short madness.
Oh the madness of battle! We fear it, we celebrate it, the poets sing of it, and when it fills the blood like fire it is a real madness. It is joy! All the terror is swept away, a man feels he could l...
(a.) The condition of being mad; insanity; lunacy.
(a.) Frenzy; ungovernable rage; extreme folly.
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace
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
Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
ONLY' having the Gift, people appreciate this madness as Art. Everybody wants to have Art in their lives, but no body wants to have what the Art came out from in their lives...
This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays
Soon madness has worn you down. It’s easier to do what it says than argue. In this way, it takes over your mind. You no longer know where it ends and you begin. You believe anything it says. You do wh...
Madness is like gravity, you just need to push it...
There is a madness in me that does not follow society.
In a mad world, only the mad are sane.
About half my designs are controlled fantasy, 15 percent are total madness and the rest are bread-and-butter designs.
Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.
It's good to be mad for someone, but that's great if you are made for same one.
All men are mad in some way or another, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.
Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.
You're all trying to figure out what went wrong inside my head. Fucking idiots. You'll never crack the code that's inside my head. You'll never get into my castle. You'll never even get past the gate.
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...
Maybe I was crazy about you. Maybe I was just crazy.
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.