Best Delirium Quotes Ever

"There is, in every madman, a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people and for whom, delirium was the only solution for the strangulation life had prepared for him"

He who leaps for the sky may fall, it’s true.

But he may also fly.

I have a terrible case of amor deliria nervosa.
But I really don't mind
I actually... Love... It.
Who would've thought it'd be so... Brilliant?

I GUESS
that's just part of loving people:
you have to give things up. SOMETIMES YOU
EVEN HAVE TO GIVE THEM UP.



 

 

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.
-Delirium

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how life works. You want something and you ——————————— and feel like and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

HE IS MY WORLD,

and my world is him,

and without him,

T H E R E  I S  N O  W O R L D.

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coating directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when he’s supposed to nod and says what he’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams… Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

 I'll tell you a secret.

You may think the past has something to tell you.

You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out it's whispers,

should bend over b a c k w a r d s, to stoop down low to hear

it's voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places.

You may think that theres something in it for you,

something to understand or make sense of.



But I know the truth: I know the nights of coldness.

I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of

trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together whats broken.

It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight.



Take it from me: if you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back

and running it's fingers up your spine, the best this to do - the only thing -


is run.
 

"Live free or die"