Asylum Roux Quotes

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

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.

In a mad world only the mad are sane.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

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.

Even in his sleep he couldn't escape.

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.

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.

I wish this were just a nightmare that we could wake up from.

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

The thing about memories was, you never could control when they came up again.

It was a fight against the madness, he felt like he was losing. Maybe he already had...

You can’t do over what’s already been done, but you sure can undo it. Not easy, but you can undo it.

Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out Neither side is glorious On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing Not to lie under the earth but to walk upon it without crutches (Roux, act 1, scene 19)

They are walking the line between genius and insanity.

There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

He was many things right now. and he felt like he was being pulled in a million conflicting directions.

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

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.

Am I the only one getting a god-awful Dolores Umbridge vibe off of her?

Silence gave the shadows and the darkness power

Sanctum, a holy or sacred place. What could be more sacred than possessing the power of your own true thoughts? Sanctum. It is both lock and key.

Q: How do you kill a hydra? A: You strike at its heart.

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.

Are you depressed? What? I don't know. Probably. Isn't everyone?

The cursor changed to the spinning wheel of sadness.

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.

History is nothing to be afraid of.

If this was a fight against madness, he felt like he was losing. Maybe he already had.

My way of life is objectively better because mine has Wi-Fi and Netflix.

The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.

Poor little bird. I wonder if she ever escaped her cage.

She left me. All this time she was gone, I didn’t know if she was dead or just didn’t want me. But now it doesn’t matter. I choose my new parents and I choose my friends. I choose the family I made. I choose me.

To control the now is a simple thing, but to control the future? That is worth striving for.

How many times did he have to learn that things could always get worse? His

En un mundo loco, solo los locos están cuerdos.

It’s the self-fulfilling prophecy of madness. 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.

No deberías desperdiciar tu vida soñando con otra diferente

It wasn't enough that the warden was in his head; now he was in his body too.

La locura es relativa. Depende de quién tiene a quién encerrado en qué jaula.

Are you depressed?" "What? I don't know. Probably. Isn't everyone?

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

Heads half-glued together, Abby and Lara had engaged in rapid-fire chitchat as they all hurried across campus.

paths. Curiosities lurked around every corner. A man belched flames from a podium. The scent of fried cakes and popcorn hung sweet and heavy on the air, tantalizing until it became sickening. And

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.

Wow, did Tim Burton binge on Laffy Taffy and vomit all over this place or what?” Jordan whispered.

very nature of his ailment continues to baffle me, and baffle us all. What is the source of this abnormality? Everywhere we observe plants, animals, systems with a core. Every flower has its seed. Every animal its heart. Every masterpiece its inspiration. Yet the answers I seek elude me. There is a root somewhere in his brain, a twisted root that sprouts madness and malice. I will find it. No matter the cost, no matter the difficulty, I will find it. I will live a truly great life. My colleagues will no doubt hang me metaphorically, but I say let them hang. Legality, morality, sympathy aside, I will pull madness out by its black root, and I will leave a legacy no man, however sanctimonious, can fault. 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

Dan might not have been a social wizard, but he knew that asking questions was not the right thing to do just now.

Dan's last thought before he fell was of her, of how pretty she looked just then, poised as if dancing, her lips parted and her dark braid coming undone

La cuestión con los recuerdos es que nunca puedes controlar cuándo volverán a aparecer

Someone call A and E," Jordan said out of the corner of his mouth. "I think we've got a bona fide hoarder.

La locura es relativa. Depende de quién tiene a quién encerrado en qué jaula”. - Madeleine Roux (Asylum)

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams No mortal ever dreamed before. —EDGAR ALLAN POE

Dan stared at his roommate, trying to add up all the things he’d just learned about him into one coherent person.