Quotes About Change

What came is gone forever every time

Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute.

Trees scream and drop bright leaves

salute the new sunset

all Revolution and Consumption, Manufacture and Communication

Clock hands move noonward

You know, the guys there were so beautiful—they've lost that wounded look that fags all had 10 years ago.

fortunately all governments will fall the only ones which won't fall are the good ones and the good ones don't yet exist

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried.

I am not all now but a universe of skin and breath & changing thought and burning hand & softened heart in the old bed of my skin From this single birth reborn that I am to be so— My own Identity now nameless neither man nor dragon or God but the dreaming Me full of physical rays' tender red moons in my belly & Stars in my eyes circling And the Sun the Sun the Sun my visible father making my body visible thru my eyes!

What has to change in this world are attitudes.

The thing about teen idol, Louisa is saying, is he morphs through time. The boys' faces and names change, but the emotional need they fulfill, well, that never changes.

Mine was the Benjamin Button of careers; age and status had both gone backward. It definitely took some getting used to.

Men grow old, but they do not ripen.

The great growling engine of change – technology.

We are moving swiftly into the era of the temporary product, made by temporary methods, to serve temporary needs.

It is always easier to talk about change than to make it.

Os analfabetos do futuro não serão os que não sabem ler ou escrever, mas os que não sabem aprender, desaprender e reaprender.

The world of today is as different from the world in which i was born as that world was from julius ceasar's . I was born in the middle of human history , to date roughly . Almost as much as happened since i was born as happened before.

In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water, it flows to its own current. If you were to corner it in a dam, true love is so bountiful it would flow over. Even in separation, even in death, it moves and changes. It lives within memory, in the haunting of a touch, the transience of a smell, or the nuance of a sigh. It seeks to leave a trace like a fossil in the sand, a leaf burning into baking asphalt.

In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water, it flows to it's own current.

That is the worst thing about despair: it is not constant, any more than love is.

But this city is a world of its own, a country within a country. People are used to taking the old and making it news; and used, too, to taking the new and making it old. Every glass of water from its taps, it is said, has passed six times through the kidneys of another, and every scrap of its land has been trodden on, fought over, dug up and broken down for centuries.

A hundred years ago, people had perfectly understood that you could die of a broken heart, now they thought you were making a fuss about nothing…Certain kinds of suffering are like radiation: they cause furious growth and mutation of the inner self.