Quotes About Flux

I may venture to affirm of the rest of mankind, that they are nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed each other with an inconceivable rapidity, & are in a perpetual flux and movement.

However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

Great cities are not static, they constantly change and take the world along with them.

We must all obey the great law of change. It is the most powerful law of nature.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

History is moving pretty quickly these days, and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.

History is like a constantly changing tree.

History always happens to us and nothing ever stays the same.

Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging.

History is the product of vast, amorphous and indecipherable social movements.

History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things, To have no home in the present. And these are wishes: gentle dialogues Of the poor hours with eternity.

Who I am musically I hope will just keep changing and changing.

As history has demonstrated many times over, change may arrive slowly or quickly but it is the one constant, in one form or another, on which we can all count.

We have to see today in light of the transition, say, from hunting and gathering to agriculture, and from agriculture to industry, and from industry to post-industry. We're in an epoch transition.

Change begets change.

All is change; all yields its place and goes.

Coolness ebbs and flows.Whoever is cool today may not be cool today

Convention itself, like metaphor itself, is not dead; but it is always dying.

the impossible strangeness of moving things.

Nothing is as changeable as our own life.

Anti-Tachyon displacement emitter AKA Flux Capacitor

It is the nature of the world of form that nothing stays fixed for very long - and so it starts to fall apart again. Forms dissolve; new forms arise. Watch the clouds. They will teach you about the world of form.

As long ago as Pythagoras, man was taught that all things were in a state of flux, without end as without beginning, and must we still, after more than two thousand years, pretend to regard the universe as some gigantic toy manufactured in six days by a Superhuman Artisan, who is presently to destroy it at his pleasure?