Quotes About Change

Aye, well, we all play the cards we're dealt." "Some of us do. Some of us kill men with better cards and play theirs instead.

Tomorrow came, and it was much like yesterday. Just more so.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

But things are always going to be better, or were better long ago. No politician ever got anywhere by telling people things are just right as they are.

If a man seeks to change the world, he should first understand it.

If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person? You have to be realistic.

In violent times folk like to kneel to violent men. In peaceful times they remember they're happier standing.

seconds she had changed, already I no longer

Love doesn't always come barreling down on you like a train engine. Sometimes it sneaks up on you like spring overtaking winter. The chill winds begin to warm and suddenly the trees have leaves and the flowers are blooming.

I thought of how she'd been at three, at six, at nine. No one warns you about the losses. No one tells you you'll miss them, those earlier children. They disappear, but are they still there, sealed one inside the next like those little wooden Russian dolls?

She understood that grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it. Rather time insists on passing and as it does, grief changes but does not go away.

It mattered most to me then because of where I was in my life. So in a way, there isn't just one book that matters most, there might be several, or even a dozen.

Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.

I felt untethered. A man stepped into my life that day and grounded me.

I've often wondered, even to this day, why during painful times some people seem to step away from themselves and make decisions that fall far out of their usual line of character and behaviour. Perhaps a natural reluctance to sit still is central, or perhaps, like the lesser animals, instinct forces us to go on even if grief has left us not up to the task…. In one fleeting moment, I stripped away the petals of my future, let them catch wind, and fly away

The sea was a landscape of longing, she thought, a landscape of ceaseless change.

At that moment, I wished with everything in my body that things could be different. I wished I could pluck out the threads of him that I didn't care for and keep the ones I liked. But then again, I knew that people couldn't be pulled apart in that way. Those severed threads would just cause the whole of him to unravel.

One can't step into the river twice

I hoped her mood would pass, but it looked as if something essential inside her had slipped away. Shell shock. Fatigue of battle. War neurosis. Apparently, it didn't take long to strike.

To a large extent, then, the position of women and girls worsened in the early nineteenth century because the work of most of them did not change at a time when everything else was changing very rapidly. Those

Mobile thought," here, opens to what concepts implicitly and often quietly foreclose, as well as what they encourage and condone.22 It entails keeping the concepts with which we work provisional, active, and subject to change; it entails retaining them both as mobile and as located as they are in the world.

revisions based on readers' responses, however trying, make things better.

We already have all the facts and solutions. All we have to do is wake up and change.

I've discovered that in order to make big changes in the world, we have to begin at home -- within ourselves