Robin Williams Quotes

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Robin Williams

Robin Williams

Birthname

AKA Robin Williams

Birthday July 21, 1951

Birthplace Chicago, Illinois, United States

Death August 11, 2014

Manner of Death Suicide

Educated At Juilliard School

Nationality United States Of America

Occupations Television Actor, Film Actor, Stand-up Comedian, Audio Book Narrator, Stage Actor

Religion Episcopal Church

Spouse Susan Schneider, Marsha Garces

Characters Portrayed


Total quotes (64)

Neil Perry: 'I just talked to my father. He's making me quit the play at Henley Hall. Acting's everything to me. I- But he doesn't know! He- I can see his point; we're not a rich family, like Charlie's. We- But he's planning the rest of my life for me, and I- He's never asked me what I want!'

John Keating: 'Have you ever told your father what you just told me? About your passion for acting? You ever showed him that?'

Neil Perry: 'I can't.'

John Keating: 'Why not?'

Neil Perry: 'I can't talk to him this way.'

John Keating: 'Then you're acting for him, too. You're playing the part of the dutiful son. Now, I know this sounds impossible, but you have to talk to him. You have to show him who you are, what your heart is!'

Neil Perry: 'I know what he'll say! He'll tell me that acting's a whim and I should forget it. They're counting on me; he'll just tell me to put it out of my mind for my own good.'

John Keating: 'You are not an indentured servant! It's not a whim for you, you prove it to him by your conviction and your passion! You show that to him, and if he still doesn't believe you - well, by then, you'll be out of school and can do anything you want.'

Neil Perry: 'No. What about the play? The show's tomorrow night!'

John Keating: 'Then you have to talk to him before tomorrow night.'

Neil Perry: 'Isn't there an easier way?'

John Keating: 'No.'

Neil Perry [laughs]: 'I'm trapped!'

John Keating: 'No you're not.'

So if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book  ever written... Michelangelo? You know a lot about him I bet. Life's work, criticisms, political aspirations. But you couldn't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked you about women I'm sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and maybe you've been laid a few times too. But you couldn't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional material, but you've never been in one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love I'd get a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from grief. That God had put an angel on Earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have the love be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand and not leaving because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" didn't apply to you. And you wouldn't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and you've never dared to love anything that much. I look at you and I don't see an intelligent confident man, I don't see a peer, and I don't see my equal. I see a boy. Nobody could possibly understand you, right Will?