Quotes About Change

He knew that his personal tipping point was drawing nearer; that moment by which, unless he left, he would find it too onerous to go, to readjust to

She felt as though she'd suddenly been transported from the distant past into a brash and indifferent present.

it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

She was a great improver of people, Margot—whether they wished to be improved or not,

too onerous to go, to readjust to civilian life. The army shaped you, almost imperceptibly, with the years; wore you into a surface conformity that made it easier to be swept along by the tidal force of

She's like that, always shifting the goalposts. What was right one minute was wrong the next. You had to walk on eggshells, you really did.

But none of us were ever quite the same afterward," said Dr. Gupta quietly. "One does not expect a friend to vanish into thin air without leaving a single trace behind them. There is something—uncanny about it.

Strike, meanwhile, was reflecting that Robin had never before called him 'Strike' when annoyed. Perversely, it had sounded more intimate than the use of his first name. He'd quite enjoyed it.

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

difficile est longum subito deponere amoren, v difficile est, uerum hoc qua lubet efficias… … it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Owen liked me," Waldegrave told Strike. "Oh yeah. I knew how to handle him. Stoke that man's vanity and you could get him to do anything you wanted. Half an hour's praise before you asked him to change anything in a manuscript. 'Nother half hour's praise before you asked him to make another change. Only way.

Jesus,' said Robin, hurrying over to them, and finding nothing else to say she repeated, 'Jesus!' 'He was definitely on our side an hour ago,' said Strike.

her activism had mostly taken the form of enthusiastic exhibitionism. Not for Leda the tedious toil of door-to-door canvassing, the difficult business of compromise, or the painstaking work structural change entailed. Never a deep or critical thinker, she'd been a sucker for what Strike thought of as intellectual charlatans.

If the stress resulting from trying to resist change could be transformed into energy, we wouldn't have to worry about coming up with alternatives to fossil fuels.

We live with the past because we have to, but we don't have to live in it.

had been calm and relaxed. Then something changed. A man she had never seen before or since came at night. He was thin and softly spoken and smoked an expensive cigar. He had asked how

How life goes in bad directions when your heart is asleep.

It's a sad thing to watch your best friend turn into somebody you don't know anymore. Or even want to know.

I'm not having much of a life. It's not awful, just ordinary. I am trying to accommodate the memories of the life I had with the life I am now living, and I just can't do it. After being behind the wheel of a Lamborghini going 140 down Sunset Drive at four a.m., it's hard to get up and put on a polyester shirt and sell books at Barnes and Noble. But I'm not ashamed of it.

She had always been a chameleon, taking on accents and manners suited to her circumstance, but now she felt as though she had changed into something new, and she couldn't change back.

She had no one in the world. Her whole world, what was left of it, was here, and there was no way to get back to where she had been before. The

She believed in the miraculous. Or she had, until she reached an age when, all of a sudden, she realized that the life she was living was, in fact, her life. The clay of her being, so long infinitely malleable, had been formed, hardened into what now seemed a palpable, unchanging object, a shell she inhabited.

He would move from city to city as he had always done, using people, soiling them like sheets and walking away, to find fresh faces and new diversions.

Religion is one of the phases of thought through which the world is passing