Quotes About Change

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.

I wish I were out of doors! 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? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

GeçmiÅŸteki mutluluÄŸu hat?rlamak beni periÅŸan ediyordu. Dahas?, geçmiÅŸin hayalini akl?mda tutman?n çok büyük tehlikesi vard?, çünkü yemeÄŸi h?zl? kar??t?r?rsan elinde olan? da ziyan edersin.

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.?

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering!

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! 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?

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

GöreceÄŸiz bakal?m ayn? h?rpalay?c? rüzgar kar??s?nda baÅŸka baÅŸka iki aÄŸaç ay?n? biçimde bozulur muymuÅŸ, bozulmaz m?ym???

It is hard to remember just when you first became aware of being alive. It is like looking through rain onto a bald, new lawn; as you watch, the brown is all pricked with pale green. You did not see the points pierce, did not hear the stab - there they are!

I had changed my perspective by seeing what I wasn't supposed to see.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by, With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

We grow accustomed to the dark when light is put away--

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

While I was fearing it, it came,    But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long    Had almost made it dear.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

This was in the white of the year, That was in the green, Drifts were as difficult then to think As daisies now to be seen. Looking back is best that is left, Or if it be before, Retrospection is prospect's half, Sometimes almost more.

I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold -- though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

The name – of it – is "Autumn" – The hue – of it – is Blood