Celia Johnson Quotes

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words, "And this too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!

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

Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

My work is about my life as an event, and I find myself to be very temporal, transient.

Everything in life is just for a while.

To make the best use of your life, you must never forget two truths: First, compared with eternity, life is extremely brief. Second, earth is only a temporary residence. You won't be here long, so don't get too attached.

Nothing lasts-not even pain.

Everything goes, everything is lost, eventually. But if something is good, it doesn't matter what happens. The ending is still happy.

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

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

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

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

Everything passes. There is great beauty in this, both in the passing of pain and in the passing of pleasure. When things present themselves to you as permanent, don't believe it.

We're all expendable. We think the world's going to stop when a pope dies, or a king. And then... life goes on.

No one could have less faith in the absolute and definitive importance of the work created by man, because I believe that this world is nothing but a dream.

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Life will end in death and unhappiness, but we do it anyway.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.