Quotes About Change

It isn't going to be better, Maggie. It's going to be different, and different is okay. You just have to learn how to embrace it. Like anything, it takes time. What you have to realize is that crying is God's way of helping us wash away the pain. So don't you ever apologize for crying; it's a reminder to us all that we're human, and that we love our family with our entire being. And that's a beautiful thing.

things hadn't worked out as I'd planned didn't mean things couldn't work out at all. I

I had watched Grandma O'Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

halting, ghostly voice his stroke had left him, "when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.

shrink in your file.

say she wasn't sincerely happy for me, but with every new beginning, there is an inevitable end we must first accept

My mother used to tell me that life is a lot like reading a book. You don't know what is going to happen next unless you turn the page and read to the ending. That's the beauty of reading. The journey.

I am like the pencil I constantly sharpen with a knife; I am just a dull nub of the person I was.

Tracy's mother had liked to say that when a person hit seventy, they aged in dog's years; the transformation was that much more pronounced.

For better or for worse—and too often it is for worse for so many of us—adulthood had arrived, whether I wanted it to or not.

something about the past. Let me move forward

You can't change people's irrational beliefs, Mickie. Trust me—I know." I looked at Ernie. "So does Ernie." Ernie glanced at me and nodded. "And that guy, he's not the guy you have to worry about. The ones to worry about are the ones who cloak their discrimination behind some other excuse so you can't call them out.

grown a size larger, in Rowe's opinion. More than

There comes a day in every man's life when he stops looking forward and starts looking back. —Maxwell Hill FOREWORD My mother called it "God's will.

There comes a day in every man's life when he stops looking forward and starts looking back. —Maxwell Hill

life is a lot like reading a book. You don't know what is going to happen next unless you turn the page and read to the ending. That's the beauty of reading. The journey.

face. "She had implants on her chin and her cheekbones. She's also had her nose altered." "Plastic surgery?" Tracy said. "Not the kind you're thinking of," Funk corrected. "This is facial structure alteration." "Someone trying to change their appearance," Tracy

Moving forward doesn't mean forgetting the past. Moving forward means doing something about the past.

For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing our youth, our beauty, and our bodies." I had watched Grandma O'Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

Come the fall, I would be leaving for college and my mother would lose her little boy, and I would lose the person who had always been there for me, my fiercest advocate since the day I'd been born.

That's not to say she wasn't sincerely happy for me, but with every new beginning, there is an inevitable end we must first accept, and my mother was struggling to accept that her boy had finished high school and would be leaving home in just a few short months.

You realize you are like 99.9 percent of the rest of the world, just a cog in the wheel trying to make some sense of where you belong in the incomprehensible grand design of it all. And you realize that people you trust are going to disappoint you, friends will come and go, and those you love will die. Sloane

Mirar hacia delante no significa olvidar el pasado, sino precisamente hacer algo con ese pasado.