Quotes About Change

What we have, we all must lose—that applied to everything, even to that which we thought we had the greatest right. We were tenants of this earth—nothing more.

None of us, she thought, wants the world we know to come to an end; we do not want familiar things to be taken from us.

YOU DO NOT CHANGE PEOPLE BY SHOUTING AT THEM

But look at it now: a detective agency, right here in Gaborone, with me, the fat lady detective, sitting outside and thinking these thoughts about how what is one thing today becomes quite another thing tomorrow.

Memories of that which we have lost are curious things - weeks, months, even years may pass without recollection of them and then, quite suddenly, something will remind us of a lost friend, or of a favourite possession that has been mislaid or destroyed, and then we think: Yes, that is what I have had and I have no longer

Life's goalposts, and hurdles too, are never in the right place, she told herself; and they have the unfortunate habit of shifting within seconds. One sees them, and then suddenly they are no longer there, where they should be, but somewhere altogether elsewhere.

Life is a progression of partings," said the psychotherapist. "One by one, people—and things too—are taken from us. We lose them, they die, they are shown by us to be things of transitory association." "I'm sorry," said Ulf. "So am I," said Dr. Svensson.

Things start badly—very badly—and then they change for the better and those who have nothing, or who are unhappy, or who live in fear, suddenly find that these things that were bad for them have gone." "It's like rain," said Mma Potokwane, who had not said much but had clearly been affected by the story. "The rains come and they wash everything away. The dryness, the thirst, the dust on your skin—these are washed away, Mma, all washed away.

it,' he said. 'People change their

She decided to change the subject. Hooks were useful, but there was a limit to what one could say about them.

But you can certainly take fifteen years off everything these days." She paused. "But you can't take height off a mountain.

We become the people we live with. Imperceptibly at first, but with a certain inevitability, we become the other.

But that was then and this was now, when it seemed that people were different. They put up with less; they were more impatient than earlier generations. Why? Because now we were used to getting what we wanted – and getting it quickly, whether it was something ordered online, or happiness itself .

I heard him say that he knew that he had been very stupid and that he would not be stupid again. Those were his very words, Mma, and I wrote them down on a piece of paper which we can keep in the office here and take out and wave at him some time in the future if we need to do so.

People have been becoming more traditionally built over recent years," he had pointed out.

The world was a lonely place, a place of transience, of change, of loss; only the bonds, the ties of friendship and family protect us from the loneliness

There are roads to Damascus, she told herself. People travel on them.

they would just have to make the best of the situation. When there were things that you could not change, then there was a strong case for accepting things as they were and working from there.

Everything, thought Mama Ramotswe, has been something before.

Men, she thought, were odd about their clothes: they liked to wear the same things until they became defeated and threadbare.

What they would see first would be a darkening of the sky in the east—a change from empty blue to a grey-white that would gradually shade into a heavy, inky purple. And then there would be a wind—the wind that preceded a storm and carried the smell of rain on its breath.

Look at what very ordinary people have lost, and think about that for a moment. What has happened to working-class communities in Scotland? To miners, for example. To fishermen? Who? You might well ask. To men and women who work with their hands? Who again? These people are being swept away by globalisation. Swept away. Now they're all so demoralised that they're caught in the culture of permanent sick notes. And who speaks for the young Scottish male, as a matter of interest?

A book on wind energy, Our Invisible Future, sat on a small pedestal, next to several titles on climate change. This book must be read by all those who use electricity, pronounced a handwritten placard below the book. Ulf raised an eyebrow. He used electricity, and was well disposed towards green energy, but did everyone have to read this?

Perhaps the cloud had blown over and covered his sky.