Marianne Faithfull Quotes

If you can sing, you never lose your voice. If you don't know how to sing, your voice goes away because you sing from your throat.

You know, your voice can only last for so long. It's a muscle and when you get older it sort of fades away.

They always say, 'Time heals.' But it really doesn't. You just get used to it. I live life with the mentality of 'OK, I lost the only thing that has ever been important to me.' So going forward, anything bad that happens can't be nearly as bad as what happened before.

And I have learned now to live with it, learned when to expect it, how to outwit it, even how to regard it, when it does come, as more friend than lodger. We have reached a certain understanding, my migraine and I.

I had lost my grandfather just a month-and-a-half before I made my debut. I was suddenly scoring runs and getting into the fray. It was a very trying period for me. I was happy as well as sad.

The way I sing is extremely physical, and it was causing acid from my stomach to wash up to my vocal cords and burn them.

It's not easy to adapt to losing a lot.

It's not that I always had this impeccable voice. Some 15-18 years ago, I started noticing that I could not reach higher octaves.

You just have to get on with life, there's no alternative. You could curl up in a ball on your bed, but that's not going to achieve anything.

He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.

If you can neither accept it or change it, try to laugh at it.

You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK. Life is a box of chocolates. I suppose you could call it a philosophy.

First I lost weight, then I lost my voice, and now I've lost Onassis.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room-but eventually, you learn to live with it.

[T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured.

There are certainly a lot of sins to be taken on. To take on smoking and movies is a weighty enough thing, I think, and it's one I've experienced, and it's what's caused me to live in-with my voice maimed for the rest of my life.

We survive day by day on this planet by adjusting down, adjusting down. Little by little, imperceptibly, we adjust to increasingly deadly conditions, and come to accept them as 'natural' or inevitable.

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.

When something happens, the only thing in your power is your attitude toward it; you can either accept it or resent it.

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

It [my vocal] didn't sound like what I wanted to hear; the vibrato isn't what I liked anymore. So I got myself to an ear, nose and throat guy who does a lot of work with singers, and I was hoping there was a big wart on my vocal cords or something and they could scrape it off and I could have the voice I wanted. But he said, "No, for 71, that's your voice."

I tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my mother and father, my sister and brother. That way of missing would mean that I had accepted that I would never be with them again; it might sound silly but I didn't believe it, would not believe it.

Life's managed, not cured.

We each survive in our own way.

a person can get used to anything if given enough time