Madness Quotes - Page 8

Every time I stepped into madness of the crowds, I longed for the wisdom of the loneliness.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

The Bush Administration claims there is a Social Security crisis only to distract Americans from its serious mismanagement of the federal budget.

For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.

I think the older I get the more creative I get, I don't have the distractions that I had when I was younger.

Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.

Anger is a momentary madness.

What can everyone do? Praise and blame. This is human virtue, this is human madness.

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

So reports of my madness, as they say, were greatly exaggerated. Not that I give a bugger either way.

I'm beginning to think that you should only be allowed to serve two terms, before madness sets in.

Love is a madness. Love is Failer - Durzo Blint

Success can create more madness than happiness.

Fame - anyone who says he doesn't like it is crazy

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Cruelty, if we consider it as a crime, is the greatest of all; if we consider it as a madness, we are equally justifiable in applying to it the readiest and the surest means of oppression.

Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.

There has not been any great talent without an element of madness. -Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit

My case is a species of madness, only that it is a derangement of the Volition, and not of the intellectual faculties.

The sort of liveliness which increases with age is not far distant from madness.

Poetry is a whim of Nature in her lighter moods; it requires nothing but its own madness and, lacking that, it becomes a soundless cymbal, a belfry without a bell.

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

...but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.