Quotes About Change

Não mais enraizada, mas dourada, fluida. Sinto mil capacidades brotarem em mim.

Acabou o inverno. Finch, você me trouxe a primavera.

That's my lipstick on Ryan Cross's lips. Oh. My. God. I wish I had a photograph of my face in that exact instant so I could remember myself the way I used to be. That instant was the last good moment before everything turned bad and changed forever.

I don't say anything because I used to love words. I loved them and was good at arranging them. Because of this, I felt protective of all the best ones. But now all of them, good and bad, frustrate me.

So I make up song after song. Most nights, these are Songs That Will Change the World because they are that good and that deep and that damn amazing.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too.

Kau tidak bisa mengandalkan sesuatu tetap di sini atau tetap diam, betapa pun kau sangat menginginkan itu. Kau tidak bisa mencegah mereka pergi. Kau pun tak bisa mencegah dirimu pergi.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

That folder represents a me that no longer exists. I'm not embarrassed of her, but at the same time, I no longer want to be her. I've moved on" -Ari

And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under siege, and nothing is recognizable is left. The world is unmade.

We all change," I said offhandedly. "We get older, a little wiser … we learn not to judge people and things by homelands, language, gender." "Do we?" Abbu grinned. "So we do. Yes, Sandtiger, the woman is much better than I expected. But there is still much I can teach her." "Wait till she warms up." I showed him my teeth. "Better yet, wait until she sings." Abbu wasn't listening.

I drew in a deep breath, then exhaled in satisfaction. "Smell that? That's air, bascha … good, clean air. And warm air, too . . no more frozen lungs." "No," she agreed, "no more frozen lungs … now we can breathe Southron air and have our lungs scorched.

more successful. After watching the population

She just wanted to go home. And not home to the farmhouse where all the ghosts lived, but home to Tai, and to an earlier time, when raising Eli was a no-brainer. Easy. As easy as raising an infant.

I came on to the film with a very happy-go-lucky attitude which I think my character, Charlie, did when she went into the house. I expected it to be good, and then slowly things started to change for us all.

After she packed her few bags into the back of her car and hugged him, Rosalind never saw him again. After a few weeks it was like she'd never known him at all, like summer friendships she'd strike up as a child when the family stayed a few weeks at the beach or another city. The friendship was site specific. She couldn't miss it any more than she'd miss the Eiffel Tower in her backyard. It was where it belonged, somewhere in the past.

They smiled awkwardly and hugged again. Rosalind thought briefly to ask when they'd stopped being necessary to each other, when she had become another obligation to fill like their parents or Polly.

It's the worst feeling," she said staring off vaguely, lost in another decade, "it's really the most shattering moment when you stop being enchanting to someone else. You're suddenly,,,just this person. And so is he.

I've learned a lot this year.. I learned that things don't always turn our the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I've learned that there are things that go wrong that don't always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. I've learned that some broken things stay broken, and I've learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.

He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.

They say - "they" being the great philosophers, or possibly the cast of Seinfeld - that breaking up is like pushing over a Coke machine. You can't just do it, you have to set the thing in motion, rock it back and forth a few times.

Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened.