Quotes About Change

I thought i could wake up this sleeping country with my cries, but still they sleep as if in a dream.

In an old pond a frog ages while leaves fall

A fallen blossom returning to the bough, I thought — But no, a butterfly. SDC aoyagi no / mayu kaku kishi no / hitai kana2 Green willows Paint eyebrows on the face of the cliff CAC

Lo! willow leaves have gone, Without getting grey-haired.

There is no such thing as was-only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

History is not was, it is.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

New lives always begin tomorrow, […] Never now.

se podía incluir a Rothschild en la misma categoría de Richelieu y Robespierre como uno de los «tres terroríficos nombres que conjuran la gradual aniquilación de la vieja aristocracia». Richelieu había destruido su poder; Robespierre había decapitado sus restos decadentes, y ahora Rothschild proporcionaba a Europa una nueva élite social

Una vida más larga sin duda representa una buena noticia para los individuos, pero es, en cambio, una mala noticia para el Estado del bienestar y los políticos que tienen que persuadir a los votantes de la necesidad de reformarlo. Hay, sin embargo, una noticia aún peor: el hecho de que, por más que la población mundial se haga más vieja, el propio mundo puede estar volviéndose al mismo tiempo un lugar más peligroso.

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Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

I realized that a new phase of exile was beginning, that from now on there would be other periods, all different, each with its own anxieties, all shattering and overwhelming, and that I would be changing too, passing from one crisis to the next until I reached the moment of truth, unique and definitive — the day on which I would either stop being an exile and return home, or unavoidably, with sadness and resignation, become an immigrant.

Algún día no muy lejano pocos recordarán lo que pasó. — No te hagas mala sangre. Es ley de vida. Al final, siempre gana el olvido.

To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is not to feel at all--it's merely to remember today what we felt yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost life.

In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

Every gesture is a revolutionary act.

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, look at me move.

To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

It's been a long time since i've been me.

I know not what tomorrow will bring.