Quotes About Change

Men were springing up, a black avenging host was slowly germinating in the furrows, thrusting upward for the harvests of future ages. And very soon their germination would crack the earth asunder.

The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.

When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.

Suçlad???m kiÅŸilere gelince: Hiçbirini tan?m?yorum. Onlar? hiç görmedim. Kendilerine kar?? ne h?nc?m var, ne kinim. Onlar benim için topluma kötülük eden kiÅŸilerden, kafalardan baÅŸka birÅŸey deÄŸildir. Benim burada yapt???m ÅŸey gerçeÄŸin ve adaletin ortaya ç?kmas?n? h?zland?rmak için devrimci bir araca baÅŸvurmaktan baÅŸka birÅŸey deÄŸildir.

O ?imdiye kadar bedeniyle sevmi?ti. ?imdi kafas?yla sevmeye ba?lad?.

Her pride in self-abnegation had left her, and she accepted that her loved ones could find happiness without her help.

Todo se acaba y nada vuelve a empezar en la vida

Grandes dolores de corazón y propósitos de la enmienda suelen quedarse entre las mantas.

Todas las novedades que la bullen a V. en esa cabecita revolucionaria... serán muy buenas en otros países de Europa o del Nuevo Mundo; lo serán tal vez aquí en mil novecientos ochenta; lo que es ahora... ¡desdichada de V. si se obstina en ir contra la corriente!

Hay entre nosotros, dos minutos después, algún vínculo que no existía dos minutos antes?

It's easy to get stuck in one track. When something tosses you out of it, you begin to realize there's scenery you haven't noticed.

amounts some years

Moja mi?o?? do Lintona jest jak li?cie w lesie. Wiem dobrze, ?e czas j? zmieni, tak jak zima zmienia wygl?d lasu.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes trees. My love for Heatcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees — my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being — so, don't talk of our separation again — it is impracticable.-

Nu ÅŸtiu din ce sunt pl?m?dite sufletele noastre, dar ÅŸtiu c? al lui ÅŸi al meu sunt la fel. (...) Iubirea mea pentru Linton seam?n? cu frunzele p?durii, timpul o va schimba, îmi dau bine seama, aÅŸa cum iarna schimb? pomii. Iubirea mea pentru Heathcliff îns? e asemeni stâncilor eterne de sub p?mânt: nu prilej de încântare, ci necesitate.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees — my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being — so, don't talk of our separation again — it is impracticable.

Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.