George C. Wolfe Quotes

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

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

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.

Sometimes you think things are going to be forever, and then... of course, they're not.

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

You cannot step into the same river twice.

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.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

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

A course never quite looks the same way twice. The combinations of weather, season, light, feelings and thoughts that you find there are ever-changing.

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

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

The present will not long endure.

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.

History is a fickle lady.

These are the instructions you are getting today. It is only fair to tell you, however, that they may be changed tomorrow. And ten days later they may be changed back to the instructions you are getting now.

There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

To-day we love what to-morrow we hate; to-day we seek what to-morrow we shun; to-day we desire what to-morrow we fear.

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.

Life is like this: things come and go.

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!

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