Quotes About Change

Comme ils ne supportent pas l'ignorance, les hommes créent des savoirs. Ils inventent des myths, ils inventent des dieux, ils inventent un dieu, ils inventent des sciences. Les dieux changent, se succèdent, meurent, les modèles cosmolgiques également, et ne persiste qu'une ambiance, celle d'expliquer.

E?er zeki olmak insan?n bir konudaki fikrinin de?i?ebilmesiyse, o gece ben bunu kan?tlam??t?m.

Iubirea ta este numai a ta. ÎÈ›i aparÈ›ine. Chiar dac? ea o refuz?, nu poate schimba nimic. Doar c? nu profit?. Momo, ceea ce oferi r?mâne la tine mereu; ceea ce p?strezi este pierdut pentru totdeauna.

Capisco che l'adolescenza venga definita l'età ingrata. E' dura. Ma alla fine, a vent'anni suonati, le cose si aggiustano.

Yer deÄŸiÅŸtirmelerim izimi kaybetmemi saÄŸl?yordu. Her bir görev, özümlemem gereken yeni yeni öÄŸeler ortaya ç?kartarak, geçmiÅŸimi unutmam? saÄŸl?yordu; yeni durumlar sayesinde, içimdeki deÄŸil, yaln?zca benim d???mdaki sorunlarla mücadele ediyordum.

Nasza przesz?o?? ma taki ci??ar, jaki jej nadamy; refleksja i praca pozwalaj? uczyni? j? lekk?.

En fait, je n'ai pas peur de l'inconnu. C'est just que ça m'ennuie de perdre ce que je connais.

OdkÄ…d Å›miertelnicy gromadzÄ… siÄ™ podczas tajemniczych nocy nieustannie, nieustannie rozprawiajÄ…. Nie znoszÄ… ignorancji, a wiÄ™c tworzÄ… wiedzÄ™. WymyÅ›lajÄ… mity, wymyÅ›lajÄ… bóstwa, wymyÅ›lajÄ… boga, wymyÅ›lajÄ… naukÄ™. Bogowie siÄ™ zmieniajÄ…, nastÄ™pujÄ… po sobie, umierajÄ…. Modele kosmologiczne podobnie. Pozostaje jedynie ambicja, ambicja, ?eby wyjaÅ›nia?.

La urma urmei cred c? nu este chiar cel mai r?u lucru. Exist? o copil?rie pe care trebuie s? o p?r?se?ti, o copil?rie de care trebuie s? te vindeci.

What holds true for the individual holds true for a society. It is never static; if it does not grow, it decays; if it does not transcend the status quo for the better, it changes for the worse. Often we, the individual or the people who make up a society, have the illusion we could stand still and not alter the given situation in the one or the other direction. This is one of the most dangerous illusions. The moment we stand still, we begin to decay.

At the very moment when man is on the verge of realizing his hope, he begins to lose it.

If one candle is brought into an absolutely dark room, the darkness disappears, and there is light. But if ten or a hundred or a thousand candles are added, the room will become brighter and brighter. Yet the decisive change was brought about by the first candle which penetrated the darkness.57

They have their big, ever-changing egos, but none has a self, a core, a sense of identity.

But man is not only made by history—history is made by man.

life is not a linear process at all, but a series of repeating patterns

Say goodbye. Then say hello.

All age is a kind of tiredness, I think. When you're young, the lines never show. Every morning you wake unmarked, wiped clear by sleep. One day, though, you see lines that itch, as though some crumb of existence has been creased into your skin. They can never be smoothed away, and after a while you forget that this heavy, irritable feeling wasn't always there.

Martyrdom was a hard habit to break.

She'd been doing the same things for so long: auditioning, seducing, preening. What if she turned it around, and let the world try to win her for a change?

Instead of going back and looking at the question, people tinker with the solution, trying to make it fit."-Claude Legrande..."The consequences of failing to do that [in our personal lives] are the same as those facing businesses - even more dire, perhaps, because what's being squandered isn't just the potential for profits. It's the potential for happiness. We miss opportunities to innovate and to make positive changes in our lives when we aren't willing to question ourselves.

Even the clearest skies become cloudy.

He would give Imogen another fifteen minutes, he decided. If she had not put in an appearance by then, he would abandon her to her own devices. But he had no sooner made that firm resolve than he hastily changed his mind. The thought of Imogen left to her own devices was enough to chill his blood.

One day you're young with all your fine plans for the future. The next you're in the future and it doesn't look at all the way you thought it would.

But that was New Orleans for you. The old didn't die here. They were just forgotten.