Quotes About Flux

The wave changed instantly by rock; the rock changed by the wave returning over and over.

The moment of change is the only poem

Just as your lungs breathe in and then breathe out, it's necessary for things to fall away so that life can breathe new again. This is one of the laws of the universe: that everything you see, taste, touch, and feel will eventually disappear back into the source from which it came, only to be reborn and appear yet again, receding again back into the source..

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

If you're human, you've had phases in your life when things are in flux.

Philosophy changes day by day.

I was interested in making work that physically changed as it circulated through the art world.

Everything is as it's supposed to be at that moment. But change is the rule, the guiding principle. All is flux. All is refinement, correction, rectification. And that, my love, is the reason for everything. Change. And its potential for improvement." She almost groaned out loud. Another

The state of the art in computer technology is anything but static.

We are a pattern that changes slowly but has stability and continuity, even though the stuff constituting the pattern changes quickly.

Film is changing, and it can't help but keep changing.

Business is constantly changing, constantly evolving.

History is always changing.

My style is constantly changing.

I may not understand it or accept it, but the world is changing.

Art music is an evolving matter, and so are a lot of cities.

Historical change is like an avalanche. The starting point is a snow-covered mountainside that looks solid. All changes take place under the surface and are rather invisible.

Things change, he says. I don't know how they do. But they do without your realizing it or wanting them to.

The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the fain suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.

The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the faint suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.

And things continue to change in interesting and sometimes even auspicious ways.

perhaps change is commonly like that, a buried star, oscillating between near and far.

Every event of any magnitude changes life unpredictably.

Most things dopn't stay the way they are very long.