Quotes About Change

The optimism of a revolutionary always gives rise to a sense of wonder.

The thing had been quite unpremeditated on my part. I had not even thought of her as a woman until she came into my arms and revised my thinking on the subject.

All progress demands payment. These are the growing pains of which you speak, not the final results. Fool! There is no such thing as progress! Not as you see it! What good are all the machines and ideas you unloose in their cultures, if you do not change the men themselves?

The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform.

The entire universe is a revelation, said the monk. All things change, yet all things remain. Day follows night... each day is different, yet each is day. Much of the world is illusion, yet the forms of that illusion follow a pattern which is a part of divine reality.

I wish that some time, long ago, something had not been said that was said, or something done that was not done. Something, had we known, which might have let him grow differently, something which would have seen him become another man than the bitter, bent thing I saw up there. It is best now if he is dead. But it is a waste of something that might have been.

Things pass, but the essence remains. You sit, therefore, in the midst of a dream.

Il volto quasi familiare diventa un fenomeno comune in una società affollata ed in un continuo movimento. Penso talvolta che sia proprio ciò che in ultima analisi rimane di noi: schemi di lineamenti, alcuni un po' più persistenti degli altri, impressi sullo scorrere dei volti. (Il Boia torna a casa)

Do you know what lies beyond the advancing winds? Chaos.

Go ahead and smirk. These things are not always a mere function of time

The waves move outward from Amber and this, too, may pass away-and me along with it.

Kroon ei muuda selle kandjat automaatselt pistodakindlaks. [Merlin] Aga pärija tuleb võimule suure hulga paha pagasiga. [Suhuy]

Time had changed the magical to mundane

Please always remember, the secret of survival is to embrace change, and to adapt. To quote, All things fall and are built again, and those that build them are gay.

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair.' He sighed and smiled sadly. 'But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

In those days, continued Ishvar, it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp stones and, if you were lucky, a little grain. And later? Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.

The secret of survival is to embrace change and to adapt. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.

Did life treat everyone so wantonly, ripping the good things to pieces while letting bad things fester and grow like fungus on unrefrigerated food? Vasantrao Valmik the proofreader would say it was all part of living, that the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair, to embrace change. But embrace misery and destruction?

The return of solitude was not quite as Dina expected it to be. These many years I made a virtue of inescapable reality, she thought, calling it peace and quiet.

The future was becoming past, everything vanished into the void, and reaching back to grasp for something, one came out clutching - what? A bit of string, scraps of cloth, shadows of the golden time. If one could only reverse it, turn the past into future, and catch it on the wing, on its journey across the always shifting line of the present ...

the secret of survival was to balance hope and despair, to embrace change.

But too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart, as my favourite poet has written.' 'Who's that?' 'W. B. Yeats. And I think that sometimes normal behaviour has to be suppressed, in order to carry on.' 'I'm not sure,' said Maneck. 'Wouldn't it be better to respond honestly instead of hiding it? Maybe if everyone in the country was angry or upset, it might change things, force the politicians to behave properly.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.