Francesca Annis Quotes

The champagne was dead. So it goes.

It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and senseless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us.

Time destroys everything.

I don't expect anything from anybody. When you grow old... Your days are gone; it is part of life.

I cannot compete with the grave.

You're going to lose eventually. It doesn't matter who you are.

All things are subject to decay and change.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.

We're all going to eventually, even in the developed world, going to have to lose everything that we love. When you're beginning to rot a little bit, all of the videos crammed into your head, all of the extensions that extend your various powers, are going to being to seem a little secondary.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

You can't be scared of death. When that time comes, it comes.

While I understand that all things must come to an end, whether it's a television advertisement or one's life or the world itself, it doesn't make it any easier to deal with.

Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

All things deteriorate in time.