Quotes About Change

I have no inner life. I have no 'intimate' life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in others shells. (…) Others' shells are fine. You come, and then you go. They're gone

How strange it is, to be walking away. Is it possible that I am really going to leave Ray—here? Is it possible that he won't be coming home with me in another day or two, as we'd planned? Such a thought is too profound for me to grasp. It's like fitting a large unwieldy object in a small space. My brain hurts, trying to contain it.

Momma used to say, you got to know when to move. More important than knowing when to stay put.

Thinking of such things like they'd happened years ago already and not just a few weeks back. For once life begins to accelerate it goes faster and faster.

There's something about other people isn't there?--you'd like to know who they are?--you'd like to be them, maybe? People you never saw before and--my voice lifting in excitement, it's so strange how they're different from you, isn't it?--or like if somebody had the power, say somebody said to you, 'would you change places with the next person you see, a stranger just turning a corner,' I'd say, 'Hell yes.

It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing - how you come to despise your own words in your ears not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times, your 'principles', your 'ideals' - and so damned little in the world has changed because of them.

You who are non-believers rely upon us, to confirm your sense of superiority. You need to imagine us as unchanged, unchangeable.

Were you wounded when your marriage collapsed? When your love collapsed? Or does love never "collapse," only just fade gradually away?

That sensation of things-falling-away. Once the ice begins to crack, it will happen swiftly.   She

Her favorite foods made her gag, like old friends she hadn't seen in years turning up looking all wrong.

He said no break is permanent. Like a bone that heals crooked, still it will heal.

There is no PAST anybody can get to, to alter things or even to know what those things were but there is definitely a future, we are already in it.

and out of Death there came this life: hers.

happened to you! what happened

Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes.

I broke a mirror and the pieces floated to China Goodbye!

No hagas caso a tu abuela, cariño. Ella es de los tiempos del cine mudo y nosotras, del sonoro.

I had forgotten that time wasn't fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end.

Oh, it's a terrible, cruel thing—first you're young, and that takes up such a long time you think it's forever, then suddenly you're not young, and you never get used to it—and, oh dear, there's just the one way out." ? Joyce Carol Oates, We Were the Mulvaneys

Truth must evolve'—how very convenient for liars.

La vida es una cuestión de giros. O al menos así es como los llamo yo. Un giro es una sorpresa. Como si te agarrasen de los hombros por detrás y te obligaran por la fuerza a girar, a volverte

All the rooms of the new house were full to bursting with familiar things made strange and disturbing by their crowdedness and juxtaposition in this new setting, like an unwieldy nightmare into which an entire life has been shuffled out of impersonal malicious glee.

If you want a life. Different from your parents.

Everything that you think is solid is actually fleeting and ephemeral.