Joe Henderson Quotes

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

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.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

Everything changes permantly. How boring if it wouldn't.

You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

You cannot step into the same river twice.

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Life is full of change and uncertainty. We know this. We experience it on a daily basis.

There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

What's good for you one day will not necessarily still be good for you the day after.

Life is like this: things come and go.

Something that can be so vital at one point can be inconsequential at another. I'm just intrigued by that phenomenon.

Everything flows and nothing abides. Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.

In Nature nothing remains constant. Everything is in a perpetual state of transformation, motion and change.

Change is the nature of all objective things.

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability!

Things of this world are in so constant a flux, that nothing remains long in the same state.

The moral world is as little exempt as the physical world from the law of ceaseless change, of perpetual flux.

Fluidity and discontinuity are central to the reality in which we live.

To regard all things and principles of things as inconstant modes or fashions has more and more become the tendency of modern thought.

A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour.