Marianne Faithfull Quotes

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

I have made many serious statements - I just can't remember any of them. I guess they mustn't have been very important.

I can't take anything seriously.

I don't do serious.

I don't take life so seriously... I can just play with life.

I also found child's play - stuff that was not considered serious, but goofy - was the stuff I liked to do, so I still do it as an adult.

My own idea is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

I just don't take stuff too seriously.

I don't take too many things too seriously.

I don't take anything too seriously.

We don't take ourselves seriously; we make the records for fun.

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never serious." "Oh, that's nonsense, Algy. You never talk anything but nonsense." "Nobody ever does.

Peter Keating: "Do you always have to have a purpose? Do you always have to be so damn serious? Can't you ever do things without reason, just like everybody else? You're so serious, so old. Everything's important with you. Everything's great, significant in some way, every minute, even when you keep still. Can't you ever be comfortable-and unimportant?": Howard Roark: "No."

All your seriousness is about sandcastles. And you yourself will leave them one day, trampling them down, and you will not look back. The people who take it seriously miss the beauty of playfulness.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

Everybody's serious but me.

God alone is truth, everything else is transitory and illusory.

I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

I played with the image, because I think image is temporary. It's a projection. It's illusory.

That questionable superfluity small beer.