Nick Cave Quotes

How many would die did not hope sustain them.

In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those people who decide to die? No one can judge. Each person knows the extent of their own suffering or the total absence of meaning in their lives.

I know that my life is going to be hell from here on.

I hate to see anybody sink. I hate to see anybody lose their dream, lose their home, something like that.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.

Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.

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

We were poor, my mother and I, living in a world of doom and gloom, pessimism and bitterness, where storms raged and wolves scratched at the door.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

The good die young, because they see it's no use living if you have got to be good.

There was a point when I almost gave up. I couldn't feed myself. I couldn't feed my pets.

Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I've never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.

I am talking about misery and all of its implications.

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.

There's never any ebb in human misery.

There was a time when I had nothing. I lost everything.

I saw tough times, and there were many nights when I would just cry out aloud.

Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.

Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.

And one thing to be remembered: it is not that the people who are poor, starving, become frustrated with life - no. They cannot become frustrated. They have not lived yet - how can they be frustrated? They have hopes. A poor man always has hopes that something is going to happen - if not today then tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow; if not in this life then in the next life.

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece.

I guess that's why they call it Hell.