madness

In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration.Not just another witch is coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.

I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seemTo mock me now, all night, all night, andHave I strayed among the cliffs hereThey say, some day I'll fallDown through the sea-bit fissures, and no moreKnow the warm cloak of sun, or batheThe dew across my tired eyes to comfort them.They try to keep me hid within four walls.I will not stay!

Worry whispered through his mind like madness. Mad Dog had refused to leave his family, and in the end, it had cost all of them their lives. Ryder swore he__ find a way to leave before anything happened to Lauren.

I finally realized that I had to embrace the madness, let it transform me instead of letting it define me....."You, my ferocious girl, are embracing the madness. Lean into it, won't ya?

Do you know, I began to see what marriage is for. It__ to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them__hildren, duties, visits, bores, relations__he things that protect married people from each other. We__e been too close together__hat has been our sin. We__e seen the nakedness of each other__ souls.

She looked at me again, and the sweet and shy Nicole disappeared. Her eyes b

The only people who are worth knowing are either saints, scoundrels or madmen; at least their conversation is always interesting. Sensible people are dull by definition, because they are always harping on to the same boring tune about everyday life. They form part of the crowd, the more intelligent part perhaps, but the crowd for all that, and I__ sick of them.

The origin of illness may be in the past, but the virulent crisis must be dynamically tackled. I believe in attacking the core of the illness, through its present symptoms, quickly, directly. The past is a labyrinth. One does not have to step into it and move step by step through every turn and twist. The past reveals itself instantly, in today__ fever or abscess of the soul.

I was standing alone with him when she burst impetuously through the door, tall and wearing a rain-cape on top of a queen's costume, a forgotten crown on her head.She directed some rapid words at him. He began to tremble all over and dropped my hand from under his arm. Vera seized me cruelly by the arm and led me off... She led me through murky, dusty expanses, between strange machinery and constructions, through valleys and mountains and past a precarious wood to her dressing-room. And she still held me cruelly by the arm. There she slammed the door shut, rudely chasing away some handsome women with the amorous eyes of worshipers.I do not recall her words. It was as though she were all aflame. She kissed my hands and I realized then that she had seen only me that evening, that she had performed for only me, that she loved me and that this was all such madness.("Thirty-Three Abominations")

Love is a madman,working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,running through the mountains, drinking poison,and now quietly choosing annihilation.

Violence leads to madness, it fills you with crazy thoughts. You sleep it, eat it and shit it. You become a time bomb. They push you a bit more _ you blow up. They beat you and you survive. You get strong and you blow again. So how long can a man live this way? I__l tell you_until he dies, if need be. It becomes a way of life, but I don__ remember it, why? Simple_it__ painful; it__ empty and alone. Your cell becomes a hole in the earth, it sucks you in. You drown in your own bitterness, it__ not right to live this way.

There's a pleasure being mad that only the madman knows.

What might happen if we could somehow reorient ourselves toward our more loving, bonobo side rather than our inner mad chimpanzee?

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 live for ever, he sees the enemy retreating, knows he himself is invincible, that even the gods would shrink from his blade and his bloodied shield. And I was still keening that mad song, the battle song of slaughter, the sound that blotted out the screams of dying men and the crying of the wounded. It is fear, of course, that feeds the battle madness, the release of fear into savagery. You win in the shield wall by being more savage than your enemy, by turning his savagery back into fear.

Insanity can be a heavy cross to bear; I mean look at all those people in loony bins compared to those that are free and walking the streets _ a tiny percentage are classed as mad. The incidence of mental problems amongst people is said to be rising, so what do they go and do, they cut the amount of asylums by half! Whoever makes these decisions has to be a loon and a half!

Madness is a wholly human malady borne in a brain too evolved__r not quite evolved enough__o bear the awful burden of its own existence.

Sometimes I stare into a pool of piss, I see my reflection, I picture a hole in my face, there__ nothing there, it__ vanished. I watch the maggots turn to flies, and they fly off with bits of flesh from my body. I attempt to wipe it clear from my mind, but the nice thoughts get swallowed up. I can__ think nice for too long_it would destroy me.

But optimism dribbles away when horror repeats.