Quotes About Change

There is also a false serenity that is not at all Christian. We need feel no shame as Christians about a measure of impatience, longing, protest against what is unnatural, and a strong measure of desire for freedom and earthly happiness and the capacity to effect change. In

At the beginning of a new year, many people have nothing better to do than to make a list of bad deeds and resolve from now on—how many such "from-now-ons" have there already been!—to begin with better intentions, but they are still stuck in the middle of their paganism.

A change has come indeed. Your hands, so strong and active, are bound; in helplessness now you see your action is ended; you sigh in relief, your cause committing to stronger hands; so now you may rest contented. Only for one blissful moment could you draw near to touch freedom; then, that it might be perfected in glory, you gave it to God.

If we would follow Jesus we must take certain definite steps. The first step, which follows the call, cuts the disciple off from his previous existence. The call to follow at once produces a new situation. To stay in the old situation makes discipleship impossible.

We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.

Life is so random and seasonal.

Expecting a lot from people, you do a lot of smiling; Needing many things for yourself, you have many needs to meet; Making plans to do first this, then that, your mind's full of hopes and fears— From now on, come what may, don't be like that.

When we ask God to transform those who oppose us, we are also asking God to transform us.

We cannot do everything, but we can all do something.

Change the world today. Start with the next person you meet.

God is calling you to change the world one life at a time and one small step at a time. Begin today where you are.

We may not have the ability to change all of the world's wrongs, but we can make a difference where we are.

It is always the first and last steps that are the hardest to take. We walk away and try not to turn back, or we stand just outside the gates, terrified to find what's waiting for us now that we've returned. In between, we stumble blindly from one place and life to the next. We try to do the best we can. There are moments like this, however, when we are neither coming nor going, and all we have to do is sit and look back on the life we have made.

There is nothing so easily remade as our definitions of ourselves.

The world around us is alive, he would have said, with our emotions and thoughts, and the space between any two people are charged with them all. He had learned early in his life that before any violent gesture there is a moment when the act is born, not as something that can be seen or felt, but by the change it precipitates in the air.

There's something physical that changes with a person's appearance when they suddenly open up to you.

In fact, there is nothing so easily remade as our definitions of ourselves.

il tempo è fuggito tanto velocemente che l'animo non è riuscito ad invecchiare.

Peu à peu, ils ont pris l'habitude d'être au fort, ils y sont restés emprisonnés, ils n'ont plus été capables d'en bouger. Vieux à trente ans, en fait.

Ferma, ferma!" si vorrebbe gridare, ma si capisce ch'è inutile. Tutto fugge via, gli uomini, le stagioni, le nubi; e non serve aggrapparsi alle pietre, resistere in cima a qualche scoglio, le dita stanche si aprono, le braccia si afflosciano inerti, si è trascinati ancora nel fiume, che pare lento ma non si ferma mai.

bir daha geri gelmemek üzere yitip gitmiÅŸ bir mutluluÄŸu olduÄŸu gibi koruyabileceÄŸine, zaman ak???n? durdurabileceÄŸine, her ÅŸeyin eskisi gibi olabileceÄŸine inan?yordu.

Zaman elini sizden daha çabuk tuttu, sizinse art?k her ÅŸeye yeniden baÅŸlama hakk?n?z yok.

Tudo se esvai, os homens, as estações, as nuvens; e não adianta agarrar-se às pedras, resistir no topo de algum escolho, os dedos cansados se abrem, os braços se afrouxam, inertes, acaba-se arrastado pelo rio, que parece lento, mas não para nunca.

Everything goes by — men, the seasons, the clouds, and there is no use clinging to the stones, no use fighting it out on some rock in midstream; the tired fingers open, the arms fall back inertly and you are still dragged into the river, the river which seems to flow so slowly yet never stops.