Cyril Connolly Quotes

Nothing is of a permanent nature.

In life, and in sports, we all know that nothing lasts forever.

The world is changing every moment, and is therefore unreal. It has non permanent existence.

The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorageis quicksand.

Things are always changing, so nothing can be yours.

Everything that comes together falls apart.

We are uncomfortable because everything in our life keeps changing -- our inner moods, our bodies, our work, the people we love, the world we live in. We can't hold on to anything -- a beautiful sunset, a sweet taste, an intimate moment with a lover, our very existence as the body/mind we call self -- because all things come and go. Lacking any permanent satisfaction, we continuously need another injection of fuel, stimulation, reassurance from loved ones, medicine, exercise, and meditation. We are continually driven to become something more, to experience something else.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

Nought may endure but Mutability.

Reflect frequently upon the instability of things, and how very fast the scenes of nature are shifted. Matter is in perpetual flux. Change is always and everywhere at work; it strikes through causes and effects, and leaves nothing fixed and permanent.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

Fixity is always momentary. But how can it always be so? If it were, it would not be momentary - or would not be fixity.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.

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.

Stability is not the way of the world.

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

Thoughts will change and shift just like the wind and the water when you're on the boat; thoughts are no different than anything else.

Trying to catch hold of yourself is a fool's errand. There is no you, only a series of former yous, created in one instant, deleted in the next.

There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

Everything isn't permanent, so don't pretend that it is. Everything's supposed to move and shift.