“It was a house for those who could not take care of themselves, for those who heard voices, who had strange thoughts and did strange things. The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“In a mad world only the mad are sane.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“If someone tells you you're crazy enough times, eventually it becomes true. It's that old psychiatrist's joke: insanity's all in your head.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“Even in his sleep he couldn't escape.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“There is, I think, a way in which my ideas can live forever. All men seek immortality in their own way, either through a legacy of children carrying their name and genetic material, through architecture, through science, and this now is simply my search for a legacy like no other." - Asylum, Madeleine Roux”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“Sometimes, Dan, friends have to take a stand and say:
Hey, idiot, we’re here for you no matter what. We’re not
going to disappear when you get grumpy or angry, we’re in
this for the long haul. We’re in this for each other.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“I wish this were just a nightmare that we could wake up from.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“A truly great life. That is what humanity deserves. Not an average life, not even a normal one-a life in which genius is not an anomaly but an expectation. But to achieve such things”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“As much as he liked the idea of having best friends with whom he could share anything. it was like all he knew how to be was alone, apart.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“He was many things right now. and he felt like he was being pulled in a million conflicting directions.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“Abby's eyes seemed almost as vacant as those of the girl in the photograph. Then a shiver came over her and she blinked. Gently, almost affectionately, she put the picture back on the wall. She touched it one last time and said, "Poor little bird. I wonder if she ever escaped her cage.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“They built it out of stone—dark gray stone, pried loose from the unforgiving mountains. It was a house for those who could not take care of themselves, for those who heard voices, who had strange thoughts and did strange things. The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“They are walking the line between genius and insanity.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“It was a fight against the madness, he felt like he was losing. Maybe he already had...”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“Q: How do you kill a hydra?
A: You strike at its heart.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“The cursor changed to the spinning wheel of sadness.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“A truly great life. That is what humanity deserves. Not an average life, not even a normal one—a life in which genius is not an anomaly but an expectation.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“The thing about memories was, you never could control when they came up again.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“No deberías desperdiciar tu vida soñando con otra diferente”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“If this was a fight against madness, he felt like he was losing. Maybe he already had.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“La locura es relativa. Depende de quién tiene a quién encerrado en qué jaula.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“En un mundo loco, solo los locos están cuerdos.”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
“La cuestión con los recuerdos es que nunca puedes controlar cuándo volverán a aparecer”
― Madeleine Roux, quote from Asylum
Madeleine Roux
Born place: in The United States
Born date June 12, 1985
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“Character is that which reveals moral purpose, showing what kind of things a man chooses or avoids.”
― Aristotle, quote from Poetics
“Bad men rule by the feebleness of the ruled; and this is just; the triumph of weaklings would not be just.”
― Plotinus, quote from The Enneads
“The Greek meaning of the word "blessed" is "supreme happiness." [see Matthew 5:3-5]”
― Eric Ludy, quote from When God Writes Your Love Story
“Not as others had wanted to learn, for power or excitement, or for the prosecution of some enmity or private greed; but because he had seen, darkly with a child's eyes, how the gods move with the winds and speak with the sea and sleep in the gentle herbs; and how God himself is in the sum of all that is on the face of the lovely earth.”
― Mary Stewart, quote from The Last Enchantment
“The Dying Man"
in memoriam W.B. Yeats
1. His words
I heard a dying man
Say to his gathered kin,
“My soul’s hung out to dry,
Like a fresh salted skin;
I doubt I’ll use it again.
“What’s done is yet to come;
The flesh deserts the bone,
But a kiss widens the rose
I know, as the dying know
Eternity is Now.
“A man sees, as he dies,
Death’s possibilities;
My heart sways with the world.
I am that final thing,
A man learning to sing.
2. What Now?
Caught in the dying light,
I thought myself reborn.
My hand turn into hooves.
I wear the leaden weight
Of what I did not do.
Places great with their dead,
The mire, the sodden wood,
Remind me to stay alive.
I am the clumsy man
The instant ages on.
I burned the flesh away,
In love, in lively May.
I turn my look upon
Another shape than hers
Now, as the casement blurs.
In the worst night of my will,
I dared to question all,
And would the same again.
What’s beating at the gate?
Who’s come can wait.
3. The Wall
A ghost comes out of the unconscious mind
To grope my sill: It moans to be reborn!
The figure at my back is not my friend;
The hand upon my shoulder turns to horn.
I found my father when I did my work,
Only to lose myself in this small dark.
Though it reject dry borders of the seen,
What sensual eye can keep and image pure,
Leaning across a sill to greet the dawn?
A slow growth is a hard thing to endure.
When figures our of obscure shadow rave,
All sensual love’s but dancing on a grave.
The wall has entered: I must love the wall,
A madman staring at perpetual night,
A spirit raging at the visible.
I breathe alone until my dark is bright.
Dawn’s where the white is. Who would know the dawn
When there’s a dazzling dark behind the sun.
4. The Exulting
Once I delighted in a single tree;
The loose air sent me running like a child–
I love the world; I want more than the world,
Or after image of the inner eye.
Flesh cries to flesh, and bone cries out to bone;
I die into this life, alone yet not alone.
Was it a god his suffering renewed?–
I saw my father shrinking in his skin;
He turned his face: there was another man,
Walking the edge, loquacious, unafraid.
He quivered like a bird in birdless air,
Yet dared to fix his vision anywhere.
Fish feed on fish, according to their need:
My enemies renew me, and my blood
Beats slower in my careless solitude.
I bare a wound, and dare myself to bleed.
I think a bird, and it begins to fly.
By dying daily, I have come to be.
All exultation is a dangerous thing.
I see you, love, I see you in a dream;
I hear a noise of bees, a trellis hum,
And that slow humming rises into song.
A breath is but a breath: I have the earth;
I shall undo all dying with my death.
5. They Sing, They Sing
All women loved dance in a dying light–
The moon’s my mother: how I love the moon!
Out of her place she comes, a dolphin one,
Then settles back to shade and the long night.
A beast cries out as if its flesh were torn,
And that cry takes me back where I was born.
Who thought love but a motion in the mind?
Am I but nothing, leaning towards a thing?
I scare myself with sighing, or I’ll sing;
Descend O gentlest light, descend, descend.
I sweet field far ahead, I hear your birds,
They sing, they sing, but still in minor thirds.
I’ve the lark’s word for it, who sings alone:
What’s seen recededs; Forever’s what we know!–
Eternity defined, and strewn with straw,
The fury of the slug beneath the stone.
The vision moves, and yet remains the same.
In heaven’s praise, I dread the thing I am.
The edges of the summit still appall
When we brood on the dead or the beloved;
Nor can imagination do it all
In this last place of light: he dares to live
Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings
Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.”
― Theodore Roethke, quote from The Collected Poems
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