Quotes About Flux

Everything keeps changing. People want to label things all the time and once you label it, it changes again.

I will answer in kind. No act is final. Another inevitably awaits.

The world outside is in flux—your love of ignorance is not worthy of these precipitous times. Attend this field, travelers, or remain lost at your peril.

Buildings keep being pushed around by three irresistible forces—technology, money, and fashion.

How could life change so much so quickly?

You didn't want time to pass. You hadn't faced your demons. You wanted to remain a child. Despite what people want to believe, time is not linear. There is no past point, future point, or now point. It's just a cycle of flux and mutability.

The world will not end after this, but change.

The hard thing about death is that nothing ever changes. The hard thing about life is that nothing stays the same.

H]istorically, the coast is where new ideas are first collected, from people who arrive here from other places. Flux lives on the coasts. Fashion starts in the East and moves west. Spiritual movements start in the West and move east. And bedrock faith rests in the middle.

It's hard enough to be a middle-school kid, because you're dealing with so many facets of your identity - you're changing socially, you're changing physically, you're changing emotionally, everything is in flux, and to put race on top of that as well and have to figure out your racial identity is extremely hard.

It's not very fashionable, but I love life, and I believe that things disappear and reappear and nothing ever solidifies, no matter how middle-class, housebroken, staid, and solitary someone's life seems to be. That, I think, is what I'm writing about.

and when she went out it seemed to her that she too had migrated, that everyone migrates, even if we stay in the same houses our whole lives, because we can't help it. We are all migrants through time.

We are all migrants through time. ELEVEN

All things in it are in constant motion - the earth, the rocks of the caucasus, the pyramids of Egypt - both within the common motion and with their own. Stability itself is nothing but a more languid motion.

is the new stability.

They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.

From surfeit to loss is a short line.

The next best thing never last for too long

Nothing can ever be the same when all the time we're changing.

We're in the midst of an evolution, not a revolution.

So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

which seemed to hover in a limbo between creation and decay...

What is most appealing about young folks, after all, is the changes, not the still photograph of finished character but the movie, the soul in flux.

The whole world, as we're coming to understand, is quivering in its place.