Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Asylums. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Asylums Quotes And Sayings by 94 Authors including Robert W. Welch Jr.,Ezra Pound,Darynda Jones,Emilie Autumn,Irwin Redlener for you to enjoy and share.
The whole country is one vast insane asylum and they're letting the worst patients run the place.
America is a lunatic asylum.
I was in a mental asylum? When the fuck did that happen?
Is it my relative sanity that makes my life here so painful, so desperate, so hopeless? Loosen my grip on that, and perhaps life both in the asylum and out becomes much easier ...
Hospitals are about healing.
not having a space you can call your own is dangerous. Everyone needs a sanctuary.
When I was a child, I felt at times that I had been born into an insane asylum, that much of human life appeared to be an insane asylum. It was bewildering.
We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.
The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.
I want to be taken to a madhouse," said Turnbull distinctly, giving the direction with a sort of precision. "I want to go back to exactly the same lunatic asylum from which I came." "Why?" asked the unknown. "Because I want a little sane and wholesome society," answered Turnbull.
Ex-cons always say, "You never know what makes the wheels go round until you've done time in the joint." This is even more true of psychiatric hospitals. It is a perfect mass hypostatization of society, the organization of the Social Lie.
Like fast-food chains, child psychiatric inpatient units and the wholesale psychiatric drugging of children, in and out of hospitals, are recent ... and remarkably popular products and practices.
There should be asylums for habitual teetotalers, but they would probably relapse into teetotalism as soon as they got out.
There used to be places called prisons before the Epiphany, where the demerited were restrained against their will."
"It sounds hideously barbaric"
"Prisons are still with us; only the walls are constructed of fear, taboo and the unknown.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
You knew then that this was not any kind of hospital that cured, but a hospital that held, that kept their patients away from the rest of the world, a kind of ark that floated along full of life, but not participating in life ... These people no longer made progress.
Society is an insane asylum ran by the inmates.
The United States should be an asylum for the persecuted lovers of civil and religious liberty.
America's prisons have become warehouses for the mentally ill.
What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.
How feeble is all language to describe the horrors we inflict upon these wretches, whom we mason up in the cells of our prisons, and condemn to perpetual solitude in the very heart of our population.
It seems as though I were in a lunatic asylum, but I am never sure who is the attendant and who the inmate.
Sometimes, patients with serious mental illness, just as with other serious medical illnesses, require hospitalization. In the absence of available public or private hospital beds, there are few options.
I cannot here avoid giving my most decided sufferage in favour of the moral qualities of maniacs. I have no where met, excepting in romances, with fonder husbands, more affectionate parents, more impassioned ... than in the lunatic asylum, during their intervals of calmness and reason.
My brothers are retro-refugees in the new exile of the asylum-seekers' hostel.
Where do the homeless have 90 per cent of their accidents?
We've made houses for hatred. It's time we made a place where people's souls may be seen and made safe.
The cruelty intrinsic to the workhouse system was excused by the need to discourage idleness, much as the malice intrinsic to the mental hospital system has been excused by the need to provide treatment.
Today the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. Today the right to live and triumph is awarded on virtually the same basis as admission into an insane asylum: an inability to think, amorality, and nervous excitability. 176
Flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.
We must stop criminalizing mental illness. It's a national tragedy and scandal that the L.A. County Jail is the biggest psychiatric facility in the United States.
In the 1830s, Dorothea Dix revolutionized the care of people with mental illness by taking them out of jails and caring for them in asylums, later known as state hospitals.
The insanity rate per capita in South Africa is appalling ... it is easily seen that a primary requisite in any programme of the rehabilitation of the Bantu in South Africa would be mental health ...
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.
As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.
L.A. - talk about a cruel city: Patients are forcibly removed from hospitals.
People who need therapy are in Afghanistan. They've seen horrible human cruelty and degradation, but they don't have time or the money for therapy.
In modern life the world belongs to the stupid, the insensitive and the disturbed. The right to live and triumph is today earned with the same qualifications one requires to be interned in a madhouse: amorality, hypomania and an incapacity for thought.
Many sensible things banished from high life find an asylum among the mob.
They're caught where there's no way out or where you can't see out. What are you going to do about it? I don't have the answer. If I did there would be no insane asylums.
Old age is the Outpatient's Dept of purgatory.
Sanity and sense becomes a prison.
Government was founded on the working premiss of being primarily an asylum for ineptitude and indigence.
This house is a prison, a suburban Alcatraz.
68. By then all poets will live in artistic communities calls jails or asylums. 69. Our imaginary home, the home we share.
Better to build orphanages than prisons.
Ghettos and barrios and abusive homes and trauma wards may produce scarred souls; they can cripple more human spirits than they strengthen.
Above all others I pity the homeless: where can they go to masturbate?
What is the soup kitchen?
What do we get for our trouble and pain?
Just a rented room in Whalley Range.
I hate hospitals, in my mind they are associated with sickness.
Closing the asylums has not brought us any closer to working out how we should respond to mental illness. We still prefer to think that out of mind should mean out of sight.
I am yet to see an insane who would use the mid of the high way as a home. Regardless of the degree of insanity, there is always a regard for the value and essence of life
So,uh, where am I, exactly ? And what do you plan on doing with me ?"
"You're at Underworld General Hospital. As you can probably guess, we specialize in nonhuman medical care. Our location is secret, so don't ask."
"UGH ? Your hospital is called 'ugh' ? Oh, that's precious.
I'm not good with hospitals. The endless buildings, trees dotted around like apologies, and inside, it's job functions you can't understand and that air of incomprehensible busyness. Curtained-off beds and death settling like falling snow.
We need a place in which we may flourish and be ourselves.
For decades now, [Fuller] Torrey has been warning America what would happen if the dangerously mentally ill were deinstitutionalized, and it's all come true. Today, the only place we can put mental patients is on MSNBC.
I hear they feed you in Sing Sing," Evie muttered. "Three squares a day."
"Evangeline," Will said with a sigh. "Charity begins at home."
"So does mental illness.
Somewhere hidden in all that chaos is a sanctuary
In today's life, the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. The right to live and triumph is now conquered almost by the same means by which you conquer internment in an asylum: the inability to think, amorality and hiperexcitation.
Everyone is entitled to a home where the sun, the stars, open fields, giant trees, and smiling flowers are free to teach an undisturbed lesson of life.
Doctors cut, burn, and torture the sick, and then demand of them an undeserved fee for such services.
This planet is obviously being used as an insane asylum by other planets.
All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.
Cottages have them (falsehood and dissimulation) as well as courts, only with worse manners.
Orphanages are the only places that ever left me feeling empty and full at the same time.
There is no reason why an individual, who has the misfortune to become insane, should, on that account, be deprived of any comfort or even luxury...
[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.
A big refugee camp governed by real terror and artificially pumped-up optimism - like the bastard child of Butlins and Colditz.
Louisiana is a fresh-air mental asylum.
of unsuitable places.
The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.
Visiting the sick' is an orgasm of superiority in the contemplation of our neighbor's helplessness
No statues, please. School or statue? Hospital or statue? No need to explain further.
I had never seen a prison, nor had I even imagined one, but there is a racial memory in man that instinctively knows of these things. The architecture of misery has an unmistakable look and feel about it.
It's the refuge for the mentally deficient. It's made by dull people for dull people.
The immediate problem is, where will the doctors come from?
So I had a choice between going to a jail or going to a bughouse like a nice young middle-class student. So I chose to go to a very polite mental hospital. When I left eight months later, they said, 'You were never psychotic. You were just an average neurotic.'
any place you don't want to be is a prison.
Is all the world jails and churches?
We often discuss housing refugees, but not how you help return refugees back to their home countries. As a result, in a post-disaster or post-conflict situation, we end up with intractable refugee camps that end up staying for decades.
I have watched patients stand and gaze longingly toward the city they in all likelihood will never enter again. It means liberty and life; it seems so near, and yet heaven is not further from hell.
Your museum of pain. Your sanctuary of justifiable indignation.
The sick man is taken away by the institution that takes charge not of the individual, but of his illness, an isolated object transformed or eliminated by technicians devoted to the defense of health the way others are attached to the defense of law and order or tidiness.
America is an insane asylum run by the inmates.
People are locked up in all sorts of ways.
Much suffering in hospitals is wasted.
You can't write a story about a mental hospital in the United States without facing the grand example of 'Cuckoo's Nest.'
Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.
There's something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you're inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it's just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.
I dedicate this book to the rock of hospitality and liberty, to that portion of old Norman ground inhabited by the noble nation of the sea, to the island of Guernsey, severe yet kind, my present asylum, my probable tomb.
Waiting rooms. Ye go into this room where ye wait. Hoping's the same. One of these days the cunts'll build entire fucking buildings just for that. Official hoping rooms, where ye just go in and hope for whatever the fuck ye feel like hoping for.
Old age is, so to speak, the sanctuary of ills: they all take refuge in it.
Human beings always have and always will seek havens where we are free to be productive and to keep the property we create.
I was born in a hospital.
I do not want to die in one.
Every place of refuge has its price.
A felon's cell
The fittest earthly type of hell!
Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?
All these institutions [prisons] seemed purposely invented for the production of depravity and vice, condensed to such a degree that no other conditions could produce it, and for the spreading of this condensed depravity and vice broadcast among the whole population.
That's the depressing part of places like this. Guest houses run by broken-down gentlepeople. They're full of failures - of people who have never got anywhere and never will get anywhere, of people who - who have been defeated and broken by life, of people who are old and tired and finished.