Quotes About Change

Ser novo é não ser velho. Ser velho é ter opiniões. Ser novo é não querer saber de opiniões para nada.

I do not evolve, I simply journey.

At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other.

But oh how many Caesars I have been!

Civilisation consists in giving something a name that doesn't belong to it and then dreaming over the result. And the false name joined to the true dream does create a new reality. The object does change into something else, because we make it change. We manufacture realities.

We should wash our destiny the way we wash our body, and change life the way we change clothes – not to preserve life, as when we eat and sleep, but out of objective respect for ourselves, which is what personal hygiene is all about.

Revolution? Change? What I really want, with all my heart, is for the atonic clouds to stop greyly lathering the sky. What I want is to see the blue emerge, a truth that is clear and sure because it is nothing and wants nothing.

Futile and sensitive, I'm capable of violent and consuming impulses – both good and bad, noble and vile – but never of a sentiment that endures, never of an emotion that continues, entering into the substance of my soul. Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

Omnia fui, nihil expedit – I have been everything, nothing is worth anything.

Primeiro estranha-se. Depois entranha-se.

Todo se me evapora. Mi vida entera, mis recuerdos, mi imaginación y lo que contiene, mi personalidad, todo se me evapora. Continuamente siento que he sido otro, que he sentido otro, que he pensado otro. Aquello a lo que asisto es un espectáculo con otro escenario. Y aquello a lo que asisto soy yo

Mi espíritu está todo hecho de vacilación y duda. Nada, para mí, es o no puede ser positivo; todo oscila a mí alrededor, y yo con ello; sólo soy incertidumbre. Todo es para mí incoherencia y cambio. Todo es misterio y todo es significante. Cada cosa es un símbolo «desconocido» de lo Desconocido.

At the end of this day there remains what was left behind of yesterday and what will be left behind of tomorrow: the insatiable, innumerable longing to be always the same and always other.

Lezten Endes bleibt von diesem Tage das, was vom gestrigen blieb und vom morgigen bleiben wird: die unersättliche und nicht zählbare Begierde, immer derselbe und ein anderer zu sein.

I took off the mask and looked in the mirror. I was the same child I was years ago. I hadn't changed at all... That's the advantage of knowing how to remove your mask. You're still the child, The past that lives on, The child. I took off the mask, and I put it back on, It's better this way. This way I'm the mask. And I return to normality as to a streetcar terminus. 11 August 1934

Nuestros padres destruyeron alegremente porque vivían en una época que todavía tenía reflejos de la solidez del pasado. Era aquello mismo que destruían lo que prestaba fuerza a la sociedad para que pudiesen destruir sin sentir agrietarse al edificio. Nosotros heredamos la destrucción y sus resultados.

Afinal, se coisas boas se vão é para que coisas melhores possam vir. Esqueça o passado, desapego é o segredo!

Four times in the false year the false season Changed, in the immutable course Of times's progression. Dryness follows greenness, and greenness dryness, And no one knows which is first, which Is last, and they end.

Like all men endowed with great mental mobility, I have an irrevocable, organic love of settledness. I abhor new ways of life and unfamiliar places. 122

it seems that what's artificial has become natural, and what's natural is now strange. Or rather, it's not that what's artificial has become natural; it's simply that what's natural has changed.

Death is a bend in the road, / To die is to slip out of view. from "23 May 1932

Que importa àquele que já nada importa Que o um perca e outro vença, Se a aurora raia sempre, Se cada ano com a primavera Aparecem as folhas E com o outono cessam?

Eu amo tudo o que foi Fernando Pessoa Eu amo tudo o que foi, Tudo o que já não é, A dor que já me não dói, A antiga e errônea fé, O ontem que dor deixou, O que deixou alegria Só porque foi, e voou E hoje é já outro dia.

Death is what we are and what we live. We are born dead, we deadly exist, and we are already dead when we enter Death. Whatever lives, lives because it changes; it changes because it passes; and, because it passes, it dies. Whatever lives is constantly transforming into something else – it continually denies itself, it perpetually evades life. Life is thus an interval, a link, a relation, but a relation between what has passed and what will pass, a dead interval between Death and Death.