#insanity

Why do you hate everyone so much!?" Kadmus shouted at Chaos. "I don't. I love everyone," Chaos lied. "You're trying to crush the entire planet," Explosion pointed out. "I love them in a crushing way," Chaos amended. ↗

— Kenneth Evers

#chaos #crushing #doomsday #explosion #insanity

How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again? ↗

— Dee Remy

#insanity #loss #love #madness #mind-body-spirit

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity. ↗

— Cedric Nye

#arizona #horror #insanity #love #love-lost

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#insanity #intelligence #sanity #intelligence

Men were always quick to believe in the madness of women. ↗

— Alison Goodman

#men #women #men

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

#logic #mind #logic

Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded... ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#sanity #wise

Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” “Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#insanity #madness #idea

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#universe

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been. And to protect their delicate vision of that other time, madmen will justify their condition with touching loyalty, and surround it with a thousand distractive schemes. These schemes, in turn, drive them deeper and deeper into the darkness and light (which is their mortification and their reward), and confront them with a choice. They may either slacken and fall back, accepting the relief of a rational view and the approval of others, or they may push on, and, by falling, arise. When and if by their unforgivable stubbornness they finally burst through to worlds upon worlds of motionless light, they are no longer called afflicted or insane. They are called saints. ↗

— Mark Helprin

#loyalty