Robert Blake Quotes

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

The pain of powerlessness is excruciating. It is the most painful experience in the earth school, and everyone shares it.

Exile is like death. You cannot understand it until it happens to you.

I mean, I don't want to sound - of course it's very nice, people come up and say appreciative things about my work. But the loss, in terms of privacy and anonymity, is no small thing to me.

Without whining and without making myself a tragic figure, there is no replacement for the loss of your privacy. It's a huge sacrifice.

Please believe that I do this because I am convinced that my illness cannot be helped for any length of time and I cannot bear to be a burden on anyone any longer.

My money was stolen from me. I was eventually stripped of the ability to make even the most basic decisions... my daily life became unbearable.

I am livid with rage, sitting here in chains through this mad war which kills any meaning of life... My nerves are shattered and my mind darkened.

Prison killed me. It destroyed me.

I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.

Life is a concentration camp. You're stuck here and there's no way out and you can only rage impotently against your persecutors.

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

What was more brutal than loss of hope?

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

We might as well die as to go on living like this.

Suffering, it turns out, demands profound imagination. A new future has to be conjured up because the old future isn't there anymore.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

I feel I lost my innocence to cancer.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.

History... is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

My biggest fear in life is losing the people I love, and the thing with cancer is that it seems that you can't really control it.

Nothing good comes out of depression.