Quotes About Change

The younger generation forms a country of its own.

Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely. She that knew not where to hide, Is gone again like a jeweled fish from the hand, Is lost on every side. Mute,mute, I make way to the garden, Thither where she last was seen; The heavy foot of the frost is on the flags there, Where her light step has been. Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely, Gone again on every side, Lost again like a shining fish from the hand Into the shadowy tide.

Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways

This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like "Alice" it ate the cake that said "Eat Me", and dwindled and dwindled until it was so tiny that it ran out through the cracks under the door.

AUTUMN CHANT Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root, Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised frame And the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Brighter than the blossom On the rose's bough Sits the wizened, orange, Bitter berry now; Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

Thursday - 1892-1950 And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday— So much is true. And why you come complaining Is more than I can see. I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what Is that to me?

I have a winter reason.

I shall forget before the flickers mate Your look that is today my east and west.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished?

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear

No debería preocuparme por lo que ahora acontece. Pues cada instante niega el anterior, y la ilusión de continuidad es lo que llamamos tiempo. Que luego se convierte en sueños o recuerdos.

Perfecting oneself is as much unlearning as it is learning.

Contrary to the popular belief that educators across the world have typically been agents for progressive racial change, the weight of the evidence suggests that most educational systems and most educators operate to maintain racial hierarchy rather than to challenge it.

Decisione non e' difficile, pero' si dolorosa. Tempi cambiano e noi no. Li sta nocciolo e midollo di questione.

De aquella etapa recuerdo que arrojaba con alegría el tiempo por la borda, en la esperanza de que el globo alzara vuelo y me llevara a un futuro mejor. Loco anhelo, pues siempre seremos lo que ya fuimos.

a veces se nos va la vida en una discusión, en un deseo, y después pasa algo que lo cambia todo, lo trastoca todo, y el viejo deseo queda reducido a nada.

Ninguno de mis días estaba escrito en el día anterior, pero lo que me impacta es que, una vez vivido, cada día antecede y explica y establece y justifica y condiciona lo que sucederá después, con los días venideros

que a veces se nos va

Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

Society is like a stew. If you don't keep it stirred up, you get a lot of scum on top.

Civilization, like an airplane in flight, survives only as it keeps going forward.