Virginia Woolf Quotes

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

... madness entered my veins.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad.

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

When you live with voices in your head, you are drawn inextricably to voices outside your head. Very often the voices work to confirm your worst suspicions. Or think of things you could never have imagined! There are only so many hours of the day to hate yourself.

I like to assume that since I drive a car and maintain a respectable credit rating and rarely murder anyone and bury them in the back garden unless they really deserve it, that the fact that I hear voices wont unduly disturb anyone.

For years my life alternated between depression and acute anxiety. One night I woke up in a state of dread and intense fear, more intense than I had ever experienced before. Life seemed meaningless, barren, hostile. It became so unbearable that suddenly the thought came into my mind, I cannot live with myself any longer.

Madness is a kind of mental suicide.

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

I have a plan-to go mad.

I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It's not getting easier; if anything, it's always right on the edge of my skin.

Cutting, and suicide, two very different symptoms of the same problem, are gaining on us. I personally don't know a single person who doesn't know at least two of these victims personally.

We all go a little mad sometimes.

Once you've been talked to by voices, it's not possible to go back to a world where talking voices is not possible.

I've been insane from a very early age.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

You know how a lot of people say they could go crazy? Well, I feel I live very close to that line.

Medically speaking, there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Which is very annoying to discover when you're right in the middle of one.

You know, you become crazy. I had done a story for '60 Minutes' on depression previously, but I had no idea that I was now experiencing it. Finally, I collapsed and just went to bed.

There were only two times in my life when I've actually felt down about things and gotten myself into a full mental mess. One of the times was in 1982. I had a horrible time for a few months and felt pretty desperate. Then again in 1984, for various reasons, not all of them within my control. Since then, I just wander in and out of black moods.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

I had known a couple of people in college who went off the rails, who had significant bouts with mental illness.

I've always had this term 'mad season' in my head.