Constant Transformation Quotes

everything changes, nothing perishes

All things change, nothing perishes.

The only stable thing seems to be perpetual change, where our certainties are crumbling one after the other …

I've seen how this thing goes, the waves, the ins and outs of the season.

Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

Everything is perpetually becoming new.

How lavish is Nature building, pulling down, creating, destroying, chasing every material particle from form to form, ever changing, ever beautiful.

The ocean, after all, is not about stability but about change. Change is normal. Everything changes. All the time.

Everything changes, nothing is lost.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

All things are in the act of change; thou thyself in ceaseless transformation and partial decay, and the whole universe with thee.

A: Everything changes. B: But not enough.

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death - no death, but only change and innovation; what we men call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that, and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.

All is change; all yields its place and goes.

There is no essence, but there is a flux that is more real than any instance of the flux, such as a milk bottle or a tiger.

The market is fast-moving, fast-growing. Things that are true today may not be true tomorrow.

This is a catastrophic universe, always; and subject to hidden reversals, upheavals, changes, cataclysms, with joy never anything but the song of substance under pressure forced into new forms and shapes.

The spirit is never at rest, but always engaged in progressive motion, giving itself new form.

The Westerner is less a person than a continuing adaptation. The West is less a place than a process.

There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.

Concepts are always frozen. Reality flows.

Everything on Earth is being continuously transformed.

I will still carry on changing all the time.