{"quotes":[{"text":"Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.","author":"Neil Gaiman","tags":["heart","lover","madman","minstrel"],"id":10069,"author_id":"Neil+Gaiman"},{"text":"I was a young, \u0026 had deep loves, \u0026 my heart would overflow with enthusiasm! And I mingled with the crowd, I mixed with my fellow men, speaking my thought out loud! And they gaped back at me, without understanding. And I withdrew from them, \u0026 they said to me: Arrogant one! And from time to time in my solitude, my loves, my repressed enthusiasms broke out into odes, conversation; \u0026 my companions laughed and used to point at me as a madman. So I suffered, doubted, cursed, \u0026 no one believed me sincere. It’s as if this heart, once so full of strength \u0026 love were annihilated.","author":"Comte de Lautréamont","tags":["genius","lover","madman","outcast","pariah"],"id":23508,"author_id":"Comte+de+Lautr%C3%A9amont"},{"text":"The tapestry of my life was a ruin of unravelling threads. The brightest parts were a nonsensical madman's weaving. And now every day was a grey stitch, laid down with an outpatient's patience, one following the next following the next, a story in lines, like a railway track to nowhere, telling absolutely nothing.","author":"Alexis Hall","tags":["bipolar","depression","madman","madness","tapestry"],"id":95721,"author_id":"Alexis+Hall"},{"text":"Statistics say that a range of mental disorders affects more than one in four Americans in any given year. That means millions of Americans are totally batshit.But having perused the various tests available that they use to determine whether you're manic depressive. OCD, schizo-affective, schizophrenic, or whatever, I'm surprised the number is that low. So I have gone through a bunch of the available tests, and I've taken questions from each of them, and assembled my own psychological evaluation screening which I thought I'd share with you.So, here are some of the things that they ask to determine if you're mentally disordered1. In the last week, have you been feeling irritable?2. In the last week, have you gained a little weight?3. In the last week, have you felt like not talking to people?4. Do you no longer get as much pleasure doing certain things as you used to?5. In the last week, have you felt fatigued?6. Do you think about sex a lot?If you don't say yes to any of these questions either you're lying, or you don't speak English, or you're illiterate, in which case, I have the distinct impression that I may have lost you a few chapters ago.","author":"Carrie Fisher","tags":["americans","crazy","illness","mad","madman","manic-depressive-ocd","mental","mental-heath","mental-illness","psychiatry","schizo-affective","schizophrenic","statistics","statistics-humor","test"],"id":115202,"author_id":"Carrie+Fisher"},{"text":"My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear-a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable. I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do-for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action. When thou sayest, “The wind bloweth eastward,” I say, “Aye it doth blow eastward”; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea. Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone. When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars-and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone. When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell-even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, “My companion, my comrade,” and I call back to thee, “My comrade, my companion”-for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone. Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laughed at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone. My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect-and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone. My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.","author":"Kahlil Gibran","tags":["friends","madman"],"id":116382,"author_id":"Kahlil+Gibran"},{"text":"True love is a word found by a madman to make the people who believe in it go mad.","author":"Luffina Lourduraj","tags":["mad-love","madman","madness","true-love","true-love-loves-gone-wrong","true-love"],"id":157990,"author_id":"Luffina+Lourduraj"},{"text":"It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.","author":"Steven Herrick","tags":["full-moon","good-apple","madman","night"],"id":175195,"author_id":"Steven+Herrick"},{"text":"You must make your choice: either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.","author":"C.S. Lewis","tags":["demon","fool","god","jesus","madman","son","teacher"],"id":183132,"author_id":"C.S.+Lewis"},{"text":"In a place filled with fears, they were looking for the man who had none.","author":"John Katzenbach","tags":["crime","fear","madman","man","psychopath"],"id":186280,"author_id":"John+Katzenbach"},{"text":"When your efforts run in the face of conventional wisdom and accepted mastery, persistence can look like madness. If you succeed in the end, this extreme originality reformulates into a new level of mastery, sometimes even genius; if you fail in the end, you remain a madman in the eyes of others, and maybe even yourself. When you are in the midst of the journey…there’s really no way of knowing which one you are.” (p.129).","author":"Hilary Austen","tags":["accepted-mastery","conventional-wisdom","effort","extreme-originality","genius","journey","madman","madness","persistence"],"id":202286,"author_id":"Hilary+Austen"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":21,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}