Quotes About Change

The break-hard determination to be a good person, what happened to that? How is it true I have to go now? She's lost my name, but the occasion of my presence begs more. Who is my mother now I am unspoken for?

The subtlety of your visual attention. You could alert me or change the subject with a contraction of your iris.

The great thing about books was the solidity of the written word. You might change and your reading might change as a result, but the book remained whatever it had always been. A good book was surprising the first time through, less so the second.

We are, all of us, molded and re-molded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain nonetheless their work—a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

At break of day I say goodnight.

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done—then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.

Poor little thin, sallow, ugly Mary—she actually looked almost pretty for a moment.

And that is best of all, Ceddie,—it is better than everything else, that the world should be a little better because a man has lived—even ever so little better, dearest.

I'm growing fatter, said Mary

To see each of his ugly, selfish motives changed into a good and generous one by the simplicity of a child was a singular experience.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

I don't think it would be good if they stayed always

I've seen the spring now and I'm going to see the summer. I'm going to see everything grow here. I'm going to grow here myself. That

I don't want to be queer, and I'm not going to be. I'll shall stop being queer if I go every day to the garden. There is magic in there...

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Now you are a great deal fatter and better looking.

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

The Bastille had melted away, the prisoners no longer existed.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah. "Why did you

bereavement; and now—an elderly man—