Quotes About Flux

There can be no true definition of normal because life is ever-changing.

Beaubourg illustrates very well that an order of simulacra only establishes itself on the alibi of the previous order. Here, a cadaver all in flux and surface connections gives itself as content a traditional culture of depth. An order of prior simulacra (that of meaning) furnishes the empty substance of a subsequent order, which, itself, no longer even knows the distinction between signifier and signified, nor between form and content.

It has never been so clear that the content-- here, culture, elsewhere, information or commodities-- is nothing but the phantom support for the operation of the medium itself, whose function is always to induce mass, to produce a homogeneous human and mental flux. An immense to-and-fro movement similar to that of suburban commuters, absorbed and ejected at fixed times by their workplace.

I woke the next morning knowing that nothing would be the same. It would change and go on changing.

Nothing is solid. Nothing is fixed. These are images that time changes and that change time, just as the sun and the rain play on the surface of things.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment...

Todo en la tierra está en un continuo flujo: nada conserva una forma constante y quieta, y los afectos nuestros, que se vinculan a las cosas exteriores, pasan y cambian necesariamente como ellas. Siempre delante o detrás de nosotros, recuerdan el pasado que ya no es o previenen el porvenir que por lo común no será: no hay ahí nada sólido a lo que el corazón pueda agarrarse.

But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.

Nations don't start out. There is not a particular moment when they unveil the essence of themselves. They are always a work in progress.

We never know beforehand how new posts or new work will change us.

The rhythm of my career has always been very static, staccato and then silent, and then a lot of work, and then none

Maps are living, breathing organisms that change on a daily basis: You see it in new roads, bridge closures, and demolitions.

A company in this kind of flux can be viewed as a portfolio of projects. Each project seeks to effect some change. In an older, simpler time, projects were a way to move from one status quo to another. The project was a disruption, but the new status quo, once established, could be expected to last for an extended period. Now there is no new status quo.

Things change all the time - abruptly, unpredictably, and often for no good reason. But knowing that didn't do you that much good, apparently.

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.

What is constantly changing is superior to what is static. The Hothouse

and that, in the end, the most interesting people always leave.

Everything on Earth is being continuously transformed.

One moment, you have nothing, the next, you have more than you cope with.

There are many changes in the weather of a day.

La impermanencia es la bondad de la realidad. Todo evoluciona constantemente, como las cuatro estaciones que están en continuo flujo: del invierno pasamos a la primavera, al verano y después al otoño; como el día que se convierte en noche: la luz que se convierte en oscuridad y pasa a ser nuevamente luz. La impermanencia es la esencia de todo:

Everything is in a state of metamorphosis. Thou thyself art in everlasting change and in corruption to correspond; so is the whole universe.

There is a constant ebb and flow in art historical reputations. The reputation of even the greatest figures like Picasso are in flux.

Art history is always changing too.