#mad

Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#knowledge #madness #doubt

Ridding Iraq of weapons of mass destruction. That was the whole idea, right? That‘s why we went. I am reluctant to let that fact disappear down the memory hole, because if— as the war ends, or at least starts to end— if, at this time, the history of the war is written as us going there to topple the regime of a bad man when that frankly isn‘t why were told that we were going there— Aren‘t we still at risk of making this horrific mistake again? And, aren‘t we letting the people who foisted the WMD idea on us, not many years ago, aren‘t we sort of letting them get away with it? ↗

— Rachel Maddow

#memory-hole #mistake #politics #rachel-maddow #war

First sign of madness, talking to your own head. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#madness #talking

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare

I don't possess these thoughts I have --- they possess me. I don't possess these feelings I have --- They obsess me. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#madness #obsession #possession #thoughts #obsession

God had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn. I was no longer the centre of my life and therefore I could see God in everything. ↗

— Bede Griffiths

#been #brought #centre #could #everything

When I was young, my ambition was to be one of the people who made a difference in this world. My hope is to leave the world a little better for having been there. ↗

— Jim Henson

#been #better #difference #having #hope

I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#alcoholic #alcoholism #alcoholism-addiction-recovery #mad #miserable

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#bones #grief #the-madness-vase #trauma #grief

And this, even more wonderful and mysterious, is also true: when I read it, when I read what Julie's written, she is instantly alive again, whole and undamaged. With her words in my mind while I'm reading, she is as real as I am. Gloriously daft, drop-dead charming, full of bookish nonsense and foul language, brave and generous. She's right here. Afraid and exhausted, alone, but fighting. Flying in silver moonlight in a plane that can't be landed, stuck in the climb—alive, alive, ALIVE. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

#maddie-bradott #nonsense