Francis Quarles Quotes

Stability is not the way of the world.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

I did not know then that this is what life is - just when you master the geometry of one world, it slips away, and suddenly again, you're swarmed by strange shapes and impossible angles.

It is easy to take away the world that we think is so permanent and reliable.

Since life itself is uncertain, nothing which has life for its basis can boast much stability.

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

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

There's certainly nothing lasting and definite about the theater.

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

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.

Men's fortunes are on a wheel, which in its turning suffers not the same man to prosper for ever.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Don't take too much comfort in the fact that you're successful today because tomorrow could bring failure. There's no surety in life.

The foundations of our lives are far more fragile than we think. So we are severely shaken when life turns out to have a will of its own.

And, hey, I'm not under the illusion that everything's just going to be hunky-dory work wise forever. I've never been under that illusion. Things could go away tomorrow.

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

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

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

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

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

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.

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

This world's a bubble.

Everything can change at any moment, suddenly and forever.