Marya Hornbacher Quotes About Madness

Quotes about: Madness

• Soon madness has worn you down. It’s easier to do what it says than argue. In this way, it takes over your mind. You no longer know where it ends and you begin. You believe anything it says. You do what it tells you, no matter how extreme or absurd. If it says you’re worthless, you agree. You plead for it to stop. You promise to behave. You are on your knees before it, and it laughs.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Believe, Laughing, Bipolar

• Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Memories, Brain, Madness

  Marya Hornbacher (2009). “Madness: A Bipolar Life”, p.175, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Morning, Heart, Kitchen

  Marya Hornbacher (2008). “Madness: A Bipolar Life”, p.266, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Madness is not what it seems. Time stops. All my life I've been obsessed with time, its motion and velocity, the way it works you over, the way it rushes you onward, a pebble turning in a brook. I've always been obsessed with where I'd go, and what I'd do, and how I would live. I've always harbored a desperate hope that I would make something of myself. Not then. Time stopped seeming so much like the thing that would transform me into something worthwhile and began to be inseparable from death. I spent my time merely waiting.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Waiting, Pebbles, Velocity

• Madness will push you anywhere it wants. It never tells you where you're going, or why. It tells you it doesn't matter. It persuades you. It dangles something sparkly before you, shimmering like that water patch on the road up ahead. You will drive until you find it, the treasure, the thing you most desire. You will never find it. Madness may mock you so long you will die of the search. Or it will tire of you, turn its back, oblivious as you go flying. The car is beside you, smoking, belly-up, still spinning its wheels.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Car, Long, Water

  Marya Hornbacher (2009). “Madness: A Bipolar Life”, p.114, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• For me, the first sign of oncoming madness is that I'm unable to write.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Writing, Firsts, Madness

  Marya Hornbacher (2008). “Madness: A Bipolar Life”, p.286, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• The madness is there, and will always be there. But it will keep sleeping, as long as I don't wake it up.

  Marya Hornbacher

  Sleep, Long, Madness

  Marya Hornbacher (2009). “Madness: A Bipolar Life”, p.154, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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