#mad

That was the trouble with formulating a system: what could you do but repeat it? ↗

— Peter Washington

#belief-system #madame-blavatsky-s-baboon #mystic #mysticism #religion

Mahound comes to me for revelation, asking me to choose between monotheist and henotheist alternatives, and I'm just some idiot actor having a bhaenchud nightmare, what the fuck do I know, yaar, what to tell you, help. Help. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#islam #muhammad #muslim #religion #religion

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#mental-illness #poor #poverty #rich #society

تبسمك في وجه أخيك صدقة، وأمرك بالمعروف صدقة ونهيك عن المنكر صدقة، وإرشادك الرجل في أرض الضلال لك صدقة، ونصرك الرجل الرديء البصر لك صدقة، وإماطتك الحجر والشوك العظم عن الطريق لك صدقة Smiling in your brother’s face is an act of charity. So is enjoining good and forbidding evil, giving directions to the lost traveller, aiding the blind and removing obstacles from the path. (Graded authentic by Ibn Hajar and al-Albani: Hidaayat-ur-Ruwaah, 2/293) ↗

— Muhammad

#compassion #giving-directions #islam #mohammed #muhammad

Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dream #madness #youth #dreams

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#mad-hatter #nonsense #nothing

I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. ↗

— Tears For Fears

#donnie-darko #gary-jules #lyrics #mad-world #dreams

I ask you to judge me by the enemies I have made. ↗

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

#i #judge #judge me #made #me

Silence in the shell of a city, no baby crying, no car honking, no ambulance shrieking, no lovers moaning, no drunks throwing up in the alley, no lights, nothing but wind and rain and snow in its season and rust and a rattling of open doors and carcass smell. It was a possibility like a brain tumor or a scorpion bite. ↗

— Anne Roiphe

#art-and-madness #autobiographical #art

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood" ~Violence(Maddox) ↗

— Gena Showalter

#demons #lords-of-the-underworld #maddox #pandora #violence