Quotes About Change

But, Sir, I thought every story should have some sort of a moral, so I took care to have a few of my sinners repent.

Don't try to make me grow up before my time, Meg. It's hard enough to have you change all of a sudden. Let me be a little girl as long as I can.

His love and care never tire or change, can never be taken from you, but may become the source of lifelong peace, happiness and strength.

Meg, and altogether too much of a weathercock just now for anyone to depend on. Don't make plans, Jo

I don't know why I can't love you as you want me to. I've tried, but I can't change the feeling, and it would be a lie to say I do when I don't.

Don't you think, dear, that as these girls are used to such things, and the best we can do will be nothing new, that some simpler plan would be pleasanter to them, as a change if nothing more, and much better for us than buying or borrowing what we don't need, and attempting a style not in keeping with our circumstances?

jo achou que parecia que a irmã tinha amadurecido muito naqueles quinze dias e que se distanciava dela para um mundo em que não poderia segui-la.

for you belong to the old set, and I to the new; you will get on the best, but I shall have the liveliest time of it

Oh, if someone would only come and take me away! I'm so tired of living here, and I don't think I can bear it much longer. Poor Patty might well wish for a change; she had been in the orphanage ever since she could remember. And though everyone was very kind to her, she was heartily tired of the place and longed to find a home.

Pausing an instant on the threshold before she vanished from their sight, she looked backward, and fixing on Gerald the strange glance he remembered well, she said in her penetrating voice, Is not the last scene better than the first?

Where have you been, and what are you hiding behind you?" asked Meg, surprised to see, by her hood and cloak, that lazy Amy had been out so early. "Don't laugh at me, Jo; I didn't mean anyone should know till the time came. I only meant to change the little bottle for a big one, and I gave all my money to get it, and I'm truly trying not to be selfish anymore.

The three books I wrote by hand and with a typewriter took less time than the ones I've written using a computer.

The effects of moving are experienced in the body, in the imagination, in the realm of desire. What the eye sees, what the body feels, what the heart yearns for, what remains and what has been lost -- these are difficult at first to describe.

There is something of a congruence here between my grandfather's terror propelling him across an ocean to America and mine and my husband's rushing us into a three-room apartment in Jersey City. In fact, each of my moves is remotely connected to feeling my life or well-being was threatened.

The universe is transformation.

i want to hear what's happened to you, she said evenly after a while. she gestured in the direction, down river, of the butcher shop. it's just that there is nowhere else to start, she said gently. niether of us is the same. but i'm different because of small, good, manageable things. you're different because ... things i don't know.

A newborn baby has a powerful effect on character. But so does a toddler. A child. A preteen. A teenager. A mother changes with every stage. Some stages are within a mother's skill set. Some stages are like being told to scale a cliff using a rope attached to nothing.

And how funny, strange, that a thing can grow so powerful even when planted in the wrong place. Ideas too, I muttered. Ideas.

You know any Mormons? asked Martin Cross I don't think so. They haven't got to you. They'll come around yet. It's in their religion to change Indians into whites. I thought that was a government job.

The present was enough, though my work in the cemetery told me every day what happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough: it becomes your entire history.

Once we were a people who left no tracks. Now we are different. We print ourselves deeply on the earth. We build roads. The ruts and skids of our wheels bite deep and the bush recedes. We make foundations for our buildings and sink wells beside our houses. Our shoes are hard and where we go it is easy to follow. I have left my own tracks, too. I have left behind these words.

Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.

We'd better get there soon, said Corwin. They're probably building new streets in Paris right this minute. What if I don't want to, being a lesbian? Corwin fell silent; after a while he spoke. So you think it might be permanent?

Two years ago he dodged newspaper men. Now he courts them.