Veronica Franco Quotes

That's the nature of this business. Something that took ten years to make can crumble in an instant. It could be snatched away from you at any moment.

Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

I do have a sense of displacement as constant instability - the uninterrupted existence of everything that I love and care about is not guaranteed at all. I wait for catastrophes.

Winning had become kind of automatic, but I realized in 2008 that at any moment that could be taken away from me.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

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

Fragility is the quality of things that are vulnerable to volatility.

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

It's so easy for all the success in the world to suddenly end, and I'm quite aware of that.

The European Union is not unbreakable; something that is breakable is extremely valuable.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

Fame is an illusion. Things can be given to you quite easily, but they get ripped away so quickly as well.

It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

One day you're in. The next day you're out.

There is absolutely nothing that can be taken for granted in this world.

Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know.

The landscape, like Los Angeles itself, is transitional. Impermanence haunts the city, with its mushroom industries--the aircraft perpetually becoming obsolete, the oil which must one day be exhausted, the movies which fill America's theatres for six months and are forgotten. Many of its houses--especially the grander ones--have a curiously disturbing atmosphere, a kind of psychological dankness which smells of anxiety, overdrafts, uneasy lust, whisky, divorce and lies.

I was also ready to believe, though, that whatever good things I had managed to set upright could topple at any second.

I live my life until there's no more living to be done. Because you never know when it's going to stop. Wake up tomorrow and it could all be gone, bro. All the cars, all the motorcycles, everything. All the memories. We could go into a state of emergency, you know, and the world goes to war. The money won't count for nothing.

Security is elusive. It's impossible. We all die. We all get old. We all get sick. People leave us. People change us. Nothing is secure.

Anything that is given can be at once taken away. We have to learn never to expect anything, and when it comes it's no more than a gift on loan.

I'm sure that whatever changed is only temporary. It will change again.