Quotes About Change

Cluster C liked everything to stay the same, forever.

So you're not a Protestant anymore? You're Catholic now?

Connolly had performed a makeover in reverse, to look like Bennie.

breasts had grown to gargantuan proportions

opposable thumbs than any prior.

My love for him had never gone away but only changed, growing deeper like wine fermenting or pickles curing. It bore into me with the pervasiveness of water working its way to the center of a mountain.

When the sun is shining, think of the time it won't be, because even when you're sitting in your house with the doors shut, misfortune can fall from above.

One mistake can change the course of your life. You can never return to your original path or go back to the person you were.

For a tree that has many branches, even a small breeze will shake some loose.

How can I help change things if I sit by and do nothing?

But why bother trying to turn a monkey into a goat?

It's fair to say I don't know what I'm doing. I like to plot my life and proceed carefully, but life doesn't always follow a plan.

I focus my eyes on my jade bracelet. All these years and for all the years after I die, it will remain unchanged. It will always be hard and cold- just a piece of stone. Yet for me it is an object that ties me to the past, to people and places that are gone forever. Its continued perfection serves as a physical reminder to keep living, to look to the future, to cherish what I have. It reminds me to endure. I'll live one morning after another.

One day—and it only takes one moment to change your life forever—

When you lose your home country, what do you preserve and what do you abandon?

The fallen leaves return to the root.

A woman isn't just one thing. The past is in us, constantly changing us. Heartache and failure shift perspectives as do joy and triumphs.

I wonder if there was anything I could have done differently. I hope I would have done everything differently, except I know that everything would have turned out the same. That's the meaning of fate. But if some things are fated and some people are luckier than others, then I also have to believe that I still haven't found my destiny.

When you're held underwater, you think only of air. I remember how I felt about Shanghai in the days after our lives changed - how streets that had once seemed exciting suddenly stank of nightsoil, how beautiful women suddenly were nothing more than girls with three holes, how all the money and prosperity suddenly rendered everything forlon, dissolute and futile. The way I see Los Angeles and Chinatown during these difficult and frightening days couldn't be more different.

You look at me now and see an old face, but once I was beautiful.

the birth of the twins and what happened to them, although traditional, has transformed me as irreversibly as soaking cloth in a vat of dye.

What's your first impression of a new place? Is it the first meal you eat? Your first ice cream cone? The first person you meet? The first night you spend in your new bed in your new home? The first broken promise?

happy, she could change ice crystals into flowers. When she was sad or angry—as she was now—she could turn dark clouds into swarms of biting insects.

the four phases of a woman's life are the same