Quotes About Fluctuation

I lived in a brilliantly lit haze, shifting and flickering according to my changing desires. Of course, that is only a description of being young.

In this league, you'll have a good week on defense and the next week get lit up.

THE SEASONS REMIND ME THAT I MUST KEEP CHANGING.

If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

Love changes and changes. Then it changes again. . .

Death, inheritance, forfeiture, escheat, vassals' changing lords, partition of fiefs, subinfeudation, union of fiefs by marriage, conquests in war – all these changes kept the feudal world in almost as fluctuating a condition as the modern stock market.

They may even change outfits several times a day as their mood changes.

Life is incredibly contingent and unexpected.

As an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

I had a very erratic career. I got very famous for a minute and then it just all went away, you know?

'Results may vary.' means that it probably wont work for you at all.

Cold enough to freeze your Winnebago one day, melting all over the place the next.

I am a feather for each wind that blows

Our age knows nothing but reaction, and leaps from one extreme to another.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Your best is going to change from moment to moment it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick.

Economics sets trends in philosophy, although it is extremely unstable due to inflation.

Mood-swing always oscillates between positive and negative poles.

Hild had forgotten how Begu's thoughts flocked like starlings, flicking this way then that.

I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond.

For many of us, emotional sobriety fluctuates wildly in personal value.