Quotes About Change

Ein Nachteil der maschinellen Aufschreibesysteme ist natürlich der sinkende Respekt vor dem einzelnen Wort. Früher, als man noch auf Marmor angewiesen war, um seine Gedanken zu verewigen, ging man sparsamer damit um. Um einen Roman in Marmor zu meißeln, müßte man schon ein Heer von Sklaven beschäftigen.

in the world at large, the emergence of new information was just the beginning—of conversation, action, change.

Had the reckoning gone too far, with innocent men tarnished with less-than-convincing proof, or not far enough, with a frustrating lack of systemic change?

She said she thought there were different ways of loving someone, and there were some she used to think were the most important, and now she had changed her mind.

Leeda knew friends never turned out to be what you expected. They came and went in waves, pulling away and coming back, leaving you feeling safe one minute and lost the next.

And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were letting them go. It wasnt the same as giving them up. It wasnt the same as losing them.

I'm not myself.' '...You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

It was funny how you could go somewhere and your whole life could stretch out and then you could come home and have it all shrink back to the way it was before. It was funny that it didn't stay stretched.

I just wanted to see if... we were okay," she said, feeling relief. "Just to make sure we can be friends. I don't want it to be weird, you know?" Friends? Different parts of Birdie died as she said it. It was like stars exploding and burning one by one. She wondered if this was part of getting older. Parts of your heart exploded and died.

You never could tell when someone would stop growing old in Neverland. For Tik Tok, it had been after wrinkles had walked long deep tracks across his face, but for many people, it was much younger. Some people said it occurred when the most important thing that would ever happen to you triggered something inside that stopped you from moving forward.

Sadness is only something that's part of you. Grief becomes you; it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything - every little thing - different than it was before.

I'm not myself,' she offered, guilty. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. 'You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

Adri held her arms around herself, shivering. "Do you think I can change?" she finally asked. Lily looked at her, curious and thoughtful. "Well," she replied, "are you dead?

I know I'll miss it forever, but I also know that I can't give into that. As much as I've always loved Canaan and loved you, I want my life to go forward even if it hurts. And I've decided I have to reach for what I want even if my hands are trembling from fear. I'm sorry, Ellis, but I'm not coming home.

I've made a discovery, and it's that grief isn't like sadness at all. Sadness is only something that's part of you. Grief becomes you, it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything--every little thing--different than it was before. I remember the me before we got the telegram saying he was gone, but it's like I'm remembering someone else. It feels like an earthquake has gone through me...

Manhattan can be beautiful, Ellis, if you are willing to see it and not compare it to what you loved before

I'm not myself," she offered . . . He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable. Tink.

I'm not myself," she offered, guilty. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

I wonder that if you keep growing and changing like you're supposed to, if you always end up embarrassed about how stupid you used to be. Every year I realize how dumb I was the year before.

Nothing had changed about her except that she was wearing two feathers in her hair instead of one.

Here's a thing or two I've learned about memories. They are like seeds; love can grow from them. They look different depending on the day when they are remembered. They are slippery, malleable things, apt to be altered. They can be clutched too tightly. Their absence can cause fractures that run deep between people, towns, whole countries. They are meant sometimes, to be let go.

I'm not myself', she offered guiltily. ... He smiled. 'You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.