Aldous Huxley Quotes

The only truly consistent are the dead.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

People are born soft and weak. They die hard and stiff.

Thats the beautiful thing about being human: Things change.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

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

Life is like this: things come and go.

I'm one of those people who's always changing. There's nothing wrong with it but it means I am a hard person to hold onto, I guess.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

Look at everything that exists, and observe that it is already in dissolution and in change, and as it were putrefaction or dispersion, or that everything is so constituted by nature as to die.

To think to keep things as they are, is to let them move unpredictably, since nothing but death will still the beat of the heart or keep the universe from its perpetual motion.

One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.

I suppose it's too bad people can't be a little more consistent. But if they were, maybe they would stop being people.

I hold the view that death is rather like changing one's clothes when they are torn and old. It is not an end in itself. Yet death is unpredictable-you do not know when and howT it will take place.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.

Life is weather. Life is meals.

We have no participation in Being, because all human nature is ever midway between being born and dying, giving off only a vague image and shadow of itself, and a weak and uncertain opinion. And if you chance to fix your thoughts on trying to grasp its essence, it would be neither more nor less than if your tried to clutch water.

You're never safe from being surprised until you're dead.

Security is elusive. It's impossible. We all die. We all get old. We all get sick. People leave us. People change us. Nothing is secure.

Nothing is lasting but change; nothing perpetual but death.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.