Quotes About Change

Darling, you must never become accustomed to the extraordinary and the outrageous. If you do, little by little, you'll learn to accept anything.

don't believe in God. But I do believe that each of us has some sort of inner dynamic, that we are not always aware of, that guides us in life to witness certain profound things. These profound things change us forever and bring us closer to our ultimate selves.

Create something new by thinking something new, with the faith that your thought will bring about positive change. Remember, all thought is a form of prayer.

I am sick of love, I want power. I have had enough of being Romeo. I want to be Mercutio. Solimano (Romeo) - to Jennifer

Words fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Webster's International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get – a cold sick feeling deep down inside – when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.

Go now, girl. Remake the world.

And then I remember this morning and I wonder if it really happened or if I dreamed it. It was nice. And weird. And tender. I'm not used to tender. It's a fossil, that word. Conditions changed and it died out. Like the woolly mammoth. It just couldn't live in the same world as dick box. Ho dog. Or wiener cousins.

I need a name for this ink ... A name for the feeling you get when you see someone again. After many years. Someone lost to you. Or so you thought. And you remember them a certain way. In your mind, they never age. But then suddenly, there they are. Older. Changed by time. Different, but exactly the same.

Lots of things are impossible," she said softly. "Until they're not.

I look around myself wildly, my heart bursting with grief and fear and joy. I am leaving, but I will take this place and its stories with me wherever I go.

What's done is done. Whether to you, or by you, and you cannot change it. But what's not done is not done. And there, both hope and hazard lie.

Elizabeth walked through the path they'd cleared and up to the towering book. She kicked the cover with a well-shod foot. It slammed shut. Then she dipped her brush into the bucket, crossed out the word history, dipped the brush again, and wrote HER STORY in its place.

If you wait for someone else to make things better, you'll be waiting a very long time

By changing a life, just one life, you -can- change the world. It is the only way anyone ever has. [Anna of Cleves]

Life, Rose well knew, could throw some hard punches at you, but nothing hurt as much as losing a child, or seeing one of your children hurt and suffering. Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. Not good or bad fortune. Not friendships. Not even a man or a woman.

Maximilien R. Peters! Incorruptible, ineluctable, and indestructable! It's time to start a revolution, baby

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

I'll give her the chance to change the path she is on. The chance to make her own path." "Fool," said the crone. "You understand nothing of mortals. We Fates map out their lives because they wish it. Mortals do not like uncertainty. They do not like change. Change is frightening. Change is painful." "Change is a kiss in the dark. A rose in the snow. A wild road on a windy night." Chance countered.

Revolutions come about when small things happen to small people.

Life's all about the revolution, isn't it?" he said. "The one inside, I mean.

when a Chinese wished you ill, he would tell you, "May you live in interesting times.

Sera was beginning to see that love wasn't pretty words and easy promises. Love was hard. It challenged you and changed you. It filled your heart and sometimes hardened it too. Love demanded sacrifices. She'd made many over the last few weeks, and knew she would be called upon to make many more.

But what if you don't like your own story. What then?

A veces todavía veo a aquella chiquilla en mi imaginación. Corre y ríe con sus gastados calzones y su levita prestada. Da vueltas por el Patio de Mármol, emocionada por su buena fortuna. Veo a esa chiquilla, pero no la reconozco.