#insan

I watched the black ocean in his eyes and saw this flash behind them and understood what he had meant the night before, about the insanity that had gripped him. He was not so far gone as to be lost, but he was close, and I knew it had come from me turning my back on him as I had started to flee. Whether I wanted to or not, I anchored him to this world, and I was the only thing he'd known, maybe for his whole life. He had watched me, yes, he had stalked me, oh yes, but it had driven him to the edge. I inhaled sharply at the wildness I saw in him, the despair that was threatening to rise. ↗

— T.J. Klune

#insanity #life

He mouths something. Six words. Six words that seem too impossible to be true. Six words that bleed hope into my soul. Six words. “You’re not crazy. I love you. ↗

— Lauren Hammond

#insanity #love

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

I said to him, "Shall I tell you where the men are who believe most in themselves? For I can tell you. I know of men who believe in themselves more colossally than Napoleon or Caesar. I know where flames the fixed star of certainty and success. I can guide you to the thrones of the Super-men. The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#lunatic #men

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

#logic #mind #logic

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#go #insane #reality #response #sometimes

Did you know that childhood is the only time in our lives when insanity is not only permitted to us, but expected? ↗

— Louis de Bernières

#insanity #childhood

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

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

— J.K. Rowling

#madness #talking

Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again. ↗

— Susanna Kaysen

#girl-interrupted #insanity #mental-illness #mental-illness