#mad

I'll give up this sort of touring madness certainly, but music-everything is based on music. No, I'll never stop my music. ↗

— George Harrison

#certainly #give #i #madness #music

Three causes especially have excited the discontent of mankind; and, by impelling us to seek remedies for the irremediable, have bewildered us in a maze of madness and error. These are death, toil, and the ignorance of the future.. ↗

— Charles Mackay

#madness #death

I made money. What am I gonna invest in? Stocks? No. I'm going to invest in music. ↗

— Melissa Auf der Maur

#going #gonna #i #invest #made

The poignant words that Mme Duruflé addressed to one of her American students, saddened that his year's study with her had come to an end, were as apropos at the time of her death: 'Oh no, don't be sad. We have played the prelude to a friendship; we have all of life for the fugue. ↗

— James E. Frazier

#maurice-durufle #death

To my surprise, it was a place where my thoughts were the most lucid. I wasn’t bogged down in random trivial details or the luxury of time-consuming over-analysis. This place forced you to live because at any moment, life could be lost. Ramadi forced me to die unto myself. ↗

— M.B. Wilmot

#iraq #iraq-war #overanalysis #ramadi #triviality

She waited in the ward thinking what I had thought in the same circumstances, that this was not a place much designated to help people like us, the semi-talented, sometime wayward overachievers who got a little carried away with the X-ACTO knife when we got a bad grade, or otherwise tripped on the latter of betterment. ↗

— Norah Vincet

#voluntary-madness #design

I have lived nearly fifty years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger ... cruelty beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my comrades fall in battle ... or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words ... only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question, "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be! ↗

— Dale Wasserman

#dreams

Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house ↗

— William H. Gass

#poetry #poets #dreams

But what is the use of preaching the Gospel to men whose whole attention is concentrated upon a mad, desperate struggle to keep themselves alive? ↗

— William Booth

#attention #concentrated #desperate #gospel #keep

We dreamed together of the world remade. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#daughter-of-smoke-and-bone #madrigal #dreams