Quotes About Change

I change the world and the world changes me

The army builds its levees, claims victory over the river, but they will never control the great spirit of the waters. Nothing belongs to you, it whispers. The river changes course, digs in. It shapes the land the whole time. The river is not a line but a circle. The river is change, and change cannot be stopped.

The army builds its levees, claims victory over the river, but they will never control the great spirit of the waters. Nothing belongs to you, it whispers. The river changes course, digs in. It shapes the land the whole time. The river is not a line but a circle. The river is change, and change cannot be stopped. Change, it sings. Change or be lost.

Cuando el mundo avanza demasiado rápido para algunas personas, éstas intentan hacernos retroceder a todos con su miedo.

Sometimes you had to become a different version of yourself to move safely through certain spaces in the world.

There is no progress without cost.

I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs. My life is starting over today.

At present, the most powerful forces for change in Iran's social landscape are emanating from women as well as from the younger generation of Iranians, the very children who, the Islamists had hoped, would in time rekindle their parents' long-lost political fervor.

They are trying to hold on to a world that no longer exists. They are blind and terrified because they feel it slipping away from them. They are gripping thin air but they keep trying desperately to hold on to it - hoping the air will turn into something familiar and solid.

So we learned the dance that cripples the human spirit, step by step by step, we who were white and we who were colored, day by day, hour by hour, year by year until the movements were reflexes and made for the rest of our life without thinking.

Of course many of us were loaded with self-hate and wanted to change. How could it have been otherwise? All we heard and read about homosexuality was that crap about how we were inverts, perverts, queers — a menace to children, poison to everybody else, doomed never to be happy.

People change and forget to tell each other.

I found that Dottie's middle age, old age, made rock of much that had been fluid, and eccentricities once charming became too strange for safety or comfort.

The universe is not a rigid and immutable edifice where independent matter is housed in independent space and time; it is on the contrary an amorphous continuum, without any fixed architecture, plastic and variable, constantly subject to change and distortion.

But that was another quirky thing about Fate; she never bargained, and she never gave second changes.

One of the hardest things to accept when someone you love dies is that life goes on. It's like a river that never stops.

That I feel the need to defend myself shames me. I did what I had to do that day to save my life. But ingrained beliefs are difficult to exorcise no matter how valiant the attempt. I've always considered myself an enlightened woman. But I was raised Amish and some of those old values will always be a part of me.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Or so I tell myself, anyway.

You know, I have to tell you--I tried to make my voice bright to lighten the moo--this ring of yours has got to be the ugliest thing I have ever seen. I'm insulted. He held his hand up to the moonlight and straightened the monstrosity on his finger. My dad gave this to me when we moved to Michigan.'To remember the old life' he said. I've never taken it off. I look at it and see California. Remind me never to visit California.

And so it began, not with thunderous noise, or drama, or a cataclysmic collapse, but with . . . silence.

He'd never thought he would love any woman, least of all an Anglo, but that was before this slight, delicate creature had bulldozed her way into his life and completely changed it.

There was no going back...because some roads you just couldn't travel again.

Caleb swore under his breath and got to his feet. He had so much to say to Lily, and presents to give her, and here she'd taken off on some wild goose chase. She really meant to move to that damned farm, the stubborn little chit.

There were times when Caleb thought he'd go insane if he had to put another platoon of privates through their paces on the parade grounds. But now there was Lily, and she'd changed everything. As soon as he'd brought her around to his way of thinking and she was safely ensconced in a proper house, Caleb decided, he would go back to Pennsylvania and make an attempt at setting things right. Maybe he would even leave the army and take his proper place in the world. Lily