Jennifer Connelly Quotes

News events cannot be controlled, nor can newscasts be mapped out like entertainment shows.

I know I'm incredibly unpredictable, and that's the only thing I'm sure of.

We cannot always assure the future of our friends

The nature of life is that we do not control it.

There is often better opportunity attached to fame, at least career-wise. But it's a flash. You can't control it. You can't depend on it.

Nothing is guaranteed.

A thing hard to track is Fortune.

Being famous is complete luck, and that's something you can't bank on.

Life doesn't come in plot points or setups and payoffs. Life washes over you and passes.

We don't appreciate luck in life when things are going well. No matter how smart I am and how I prepare, there are things that catch you off guard.

When you leave home, then you leave with the possibility of not returning.

I'm great at leaving. I am less talented at getting left, though I should be better, given how much it's happened.

One thing I have realised is that there are no certainties. Anything can happen anytime.

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date--one that you can't see until she tells you she's leaving, and then she's gone.

Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

"Would you, do you, my dear?" rejoined the Captain ... "I don't know. It's difficult navigation. She's very hard to carry on with, my dear. You never can tell how she'll head, you see. She's full one minute, and round upon you next."

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.

You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

All our qualities, whether good or bad, are unstable and ambiguous, and almost all are at the mery of chance.

You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.

I left. When I should have stayed.