Derek Jacobi Quotes

Whom the gods love dies young.

The reveries of youth, in which so much energy is wasted, are the yearnings of a Spirit made for what it has not found but must forever seek as an Ideal.

We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away.

My character, Rick Spleen, is a what-if version of me, really, where nothing did quite turn out right and everything else is still around the corner.

I certainly wanted to maintain some sense of mystery about Picard and that's why we never allowed certain situations to fully evolve, like the relationship between Picard and Beverly Crusher.

Revie said there was nothing between me and Ray yet he never gave me a chance to show what I could do.

The perplexity of life arises from there being too many interesting things in it for us to be interested properly in any of them.

It wasn't not being famous any more, or even not being a recording artist. It was having nobody who needed me, no phones ringing, nothing to do. Because I'm still too young to do nothing. I was only 24 when all that happened. Now, at 40, I feel I've got more to give than I ever have.

Like life itself my stories have no point and get absolutely nowhere.

My father died prematurely at the age of 52 when I was 24, and it is a recurring regret that he never lived to see me succeed beyond university and drama.

I always felt caged, closed in, like I was punching at things that weren't there. I always had too much energy for the room I was in.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

My parents were mourning the death of my sister. She was killed in a car accident before I was born, and I didn't know she existed until I was 13 or 14 years old. I knew I was growing up in a house where people were angry and sad.

Primarily, 'Black Girl/White Girl' is the story of two very different, yet somehow 'fated' girls; for Genna, her 'friendship' with Minette is the most haunting of her life, though it is one-sided and ends in tragedy.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

There are many people that struggle and struggle and have all the talent in the world, but for some reason they are not successful. You never know why those things happen.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

One is always enthralled, I think, when a young writer you're just beginning to read and comprehend dies.

Mum was an amazing parent and my best pal. The tragedy of it, really, was that she died from breast cancer just as I was becoming a man, aged 17, and we were just starting to speak as adults. She was snatched away, and it felt cruel. She made me laugh.

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.

Maybe it would have been better if neither of us had been born.

A conservative young man has wound up his life before it was unreeled.

If the only significant history of human thought were to be written, it would have to be the history of its successive regrets and its impotencies.

My past seems to be way more fascinating for people than my future, which bums me out.

No parent should have their child die before he or she does.