Quotes About Change

they all were, in the grip of a huge fantasy: the idea that men would not be judged by who they once were and what they had once done, if they only decided to be different. They wanted to step away from the responsibilities of history and be free.

Hay emigrantes que se alegran de partir.

If you die and go to Hell the Braves fan said, you have to change places in Atlanta.

Para volver a nacer, antes tienes que morir.

Efendilerinizi deÄŸiÅŸtirmek için giysilerinizi deÄŸiÅŸtirin.

within minutes, the entire village was in the water, splashing about, falling over, getting up, moving steadily forwards towards the horizon; never looking back to shore ... come back, he beseeched his wife: nothing is happening. come back!

This is not what I had planned; but perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin. (Once

Sus piernas terminaban todavía en aquellas lamentables pezuñas, y los cuernos de su frente eran tan agudos como antes...».

I'm beginning to understand why people get religion. Just to have something solid that doesn't change into a slippery snake without a word of warning.

This is who we are. We sail away from the place we love and then because we aren't there to love it people go with axes and burning torches and smash and burn and then we say, Oh, too sad. But we abandoned it, left it to our barbarian successors to destroy.

Time passes. Big men dwindle, small men grow. This man shrinks into old age, those men's reach grows longer. They can stretch out their arms and touch places and people they couldn't reach before. There are companies here to lend assistance to companies there, to facilitate journeys, to execute strategies. Clowns become kings, old crowns lie in the gutter. Things change. It is the way of the world.

I was born in the city of Bombay...once upon a time.

No dominion is everlasting.

Cities change.

reality was not something given, not an absolute, but something that men made up, and that values, too, changed according to who was doing the valuing. A world that did not cohere, in which truth did not exist and was replaced by warring versions trying to dominate or even eradicate their rivals, horrified

If the old refused to die, the new could not be born.

we are all seeking fulfillment while living at the mercy of changing experience. Whatever we acquire in life gets dispersed. Our bodies age. Our relationships fall away. Even the most intense pleasures last only a few moments. And every morning, we are chased out of bed by our thoughts.

We will embarrass our descendants, just as our ancestors embarrass us. This is moral progress.

The point is that most of what we currently hold sacred is not sacred for any reason other than that it was thought sacred yesterday.

The doors leading out of scriptural literalism do not open from the inside. The moderation we see among nonfundamentalists is not some sign that faith itself has evolved; it is, rather, the product of the many hammer blows of modernity that have exposed certain tenets of faith to doubt.

We seem to do little more than lurch between wanting and not wanting. Thus, the question naturally arises: Is there more to life than this? Might it be possible to feel much better (in every sense of better) than one tends to feel? Is it possible to find lasting fulfillment despite the inevitability of change?

Despite our perennial bad behavior, our moral progress seems to me unmistakable.

Ceaseless change is an unreliable basis for lasting fulfillment.

Willpower is itself a biological phenomenon. You can change your life, and yourself, through effort and discipline—but you have whatever capacity for effort and discipline you have in this moment, and not a scintilla more (or less). You are either lucky in this department or you aren't—and you cannot make your own luck.