Quotes About Change

We enter as pilgrims, as wayfarers—knowing there is something we are seeking, something nameless, beautiful, waiting, wanting. Something that will change us so thoroughly that our cozy slippers will no longer fit, that our cat will, at first, hiss upon our return, our hair tinted green with lichen, sweet root tendrils among our toes.

Once we lived in a summer country.

I thought: Enh, they'll get used to it. Children grow up. Children leave.

AT THAT TIME in my personal life, I was coming to grips with the end of the world. The familiar world, anyway. Many of us were. Scientists said it was ending now, philosophers said it had always been ending. Historians said there'd been dark ages before. It all came out in the wash, because eventually, if you were patient, enlightenment arrived and then a wide array of Apple devices.

Too often the future was somewhere else, a land where you might find yourself one day. There was no need to travel there on purpose. Easy to tell yourself the future could be staved off and nothing had to change: the present would stretch in a band of gold along the horizon, bright line joining the earth and sky.

That was what had changed, he thought. To love posterity and the great institutions you had to believe in the wisdom of men. You had to love them as a child might, gazing upward.

The future flew past in a flash of grim. The clock was ticking, and I didn't like that clock.

I was eventually to become one person, gathered up maybe, during a pause, at a comma.

The future is fixed. The past ever-changing

We crossed a wide river and then everything changed. There were no more fields, no houses, no trees, not even telephone poles. Even the colours were gone, all of them except brown and grey and blue of the late-afternoon sky. The world got emptier and emptier until it looked like a brown ocean of dead velvet, just emptiness covered with short dry grass and low scrub.

see the poet through a family upheaval that was to determine her image

Is our world gone? We say Farewell. Is a new world coming? We welcome it, and we will bend it to the hopes of man.

Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose

Once someone has shown you a convincingly different way of looking at the world, it's hard to remember how you saw it before.

It was as if, once she was married, the woman had washed her hands of the girl. However, the welts on her back had been the final straw. Aye, they would leave for MacKay first thing tomorrow morning, Ross determined. He would take her home, where they could consummate their marriage in the bed where she would one day give birth to their children. Annabel's life here was done. She was his now.

Basically, it seemed to him that when it came to life, you just had to roll with it and wait to see what happened next.

Not making a decision is actually a decision. It's the decision to stay the same.

Sometimes to get your life back, you have to face the death of what you thought your life would look like.

Wounds. Broken places. Possibility. Change. Steps toward holiness. Imperfect progress. The hurt in those who hurt me---their underbellies. Grace. Love. Me looking alot more like Jesus than I did before. And to discover through all this seeing---being unglued isn't all that bad.

Elmúlt az egész életünk, PaweÅ', és a világ semmivel se lett jobb.

Este trist s? vezi când tân?rul îÈ™i pierde cele mai bune speranÈ›e È™i vise, când din faÈ›a lui se risipeÈ™te v?lul roz, prin care obiÈ™nuia s? priveasc? lucrurile È™i sentimentele oamenilor, chiar dac? r?mîne speranÈ›a c? va schimba vechile greÈ™eli cu altele noi, la fel de trec?toare È™i, de aceea, la fel de pl?cute...

Before I came to the city I cut off my hair. It was the first of many fatally symbolic gestures.

Then way I think of it is this: when you've done all the things worth doing, you're forced to start on the things that aren't.

Viriconium is all the cities there have ever been.' Audsley King, Reminiscences