Nina Hagen Quotes

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

I can't even say what my greatest fear is because I, I can't even imagine. Being without my family... I can't even say it because it makes me cry.

Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful. There is nothing I can think of that is quite as isolating as this.

Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.

I can't imagine anything worse than being just left alone, scared out of your mind.

Victims always feel alone and helpless.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

No one will ever feel sorry for me.

I think I hit the bottom when my wife left me while I was on the road.

You rarely hear women crying in Grozney. They have cried their eyes out long ago.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

Even close people left me - I was hurt by them and felt there was nobody who understands me, which made me fall apart.

There were times when close people… Some of my closest friends have left me. People hurt me, so everything fell apart. I didn't feel like I had anyone on my side or anyone who could understand me. So that's why I completely fell apart.

Ultimately when I fell out with my parents, I hit rock bottom. I didn't care whether I lived or died to be honest with you.

Many hotels, I just sat there and - I call it the silent scream - I don't know why, you just sit there, and tears will just come down, and you'll just sit there for hours, man. There's no place to turn, and when you do turn, who cares? You're just a dumb professional wrestler.

I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.

Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they're right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto your side, your legs still pulled hard against your torso. You lie like that a long while, watching the chrome shell of the tape measure sparkle until the sun moves.

I saw a girl complaining that the pain of not being seen was unbearable... Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worse possible thing.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

I went to prom with my boyfriend, but after the dance he left me at a party all by myself. It was awful!

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

She hates me and you hate me, but you all love Harry. Nobody loves me.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.