Wayne Shorter Quotes

Everything is transient. Everything is constantly changing. The only thing we have is now.

I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.

The sky never changes: it is the cloud that is changing.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

All things are only transitory.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

Things work in cycles.

There's never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.

A trend is exactly that, and it's going to disappear.

I think everything is temporary.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

A violent wind does not outlast the morning; a squall of rain does not outlast the day. Such is the course of Nature. And if Nature herself cannot sustain her efforts long, how much less can man!

Time is a face on the water.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

The mayfly lives only one day. And sometimes it rains.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

Watch the clouds. They will teach you about the world of form.

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.

Nothing is so fickle and uncertain as popularity. It is here today and gone tomorrow. It is a sandy foundation, and sure to fail those who build upon it.

In the end, all solutions are temporary.

What came is gone forever every time

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.