Quotes About Change

Remember, child, life is not a straight line. It cycles.

He knew he probably sounded like an idiot to the scholars, but sometimes an idiot's perspective ended up getting more things done.

He wrote that it would take only a handful of super-enhanced individuals—those with a superior intelligence—to change the world through their creativity and discoveries, innovations that could be shared globally.

The Great Stagnation

Remember: what you are, we were. What we are, you will become.

The measure of intelligence is the ability to change. —ALBERT EINSTEIN

In the real world, few plans proceeded as planned. For a mission to succeed, a plan had to be liquid, capable of changing at a moment's notice.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon

He who is firmly seated in authority soon learns to think security, and not progress, the highest lesson in statecraft.

My soul is not a palace of the past...

There is no good arguing with the inevitible. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

This imputation of inconsistency is one to which every sound politician and every honest thinker must sooner or later subject himself. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, 'Neath every one a friend.

There is no good arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Time doesn't fly. It just never stops. And the next thing you know, it's now." --from "Diary of a Company Man

We live in snow globes, don't we? Pick them up, shake them, years swirl about us and settle.

The book was in her lap; she had read no further. The power to change one's life comes from a paragraph, a lone remark. The lines that penetrate us are slender, like the flukes that live in river water and enter the bodies of swimmers. She was excited, filled with strength. The polished sentences had arrived, it seemed, like so many other things, at just the right time. How can we imagine what our lives should be without the illumination of the lives of others?

I'm tired of my life, my clothes, the things I say. I'm hacking away at the surface, as at some kind of gray ice, trying to break through to what is underneath or I am dead. I can feel the surface trembling—it seems ready to give but it never does. I am uninterested in current events. How can I justify this? How can I explain it? I don't want to have the same vocabulary I've always had. I want something richer, broader, more penetrating and powerful.

As I look back, I see that life is like a game of solitaire and every once in a while there is a move.

Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit. Most of the details, though, have long since been transformed or rearranged to bring others of them forward. Some, in fact, are obviously counterfeit; they are no less important. One alters the past to form the future.

Age doesn't arrive slowly, it comes in a rush. One day nothing has changed, a week later, everything has. A week may be too long a time, it can happen overnight. You are the same and still the same and suddenly one morning two distinct lines, ineradicable, have appeared at the corners of your mouth.