Elsa Maxwell Quotes

The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.

Time takes all and gives all.

Time stays, we go.

We come. We go. And in between we try to understand.

Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it's started and leave before it's finished.

I am a romantic, in a literary way, by which I mean the Romantic poets, who thought just because a sensation is fleeting doesn't mean it isn't valuable. If the only criterion of value is whether something lasts, then the whole of human life is a waste of time.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door's shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.

All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

Certainly people have a lot tougher situations than I've had to deal with. But I will say we are all dying from the moment we are born. This is not just rehearsal.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

In television, everything is gone with the speed of light, literally. It is no field for anybody with intimations of immortality.

Pain and death are part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.

The moment rules over everything.

Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.

What ever truth drops on it eventually grinds to a powder.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

Nothing lasts forever - not even your troubles.

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.