Quotes About Change

But I had seen, the night I met her, that her beauty was going to leave her like it does all women. For the face, time relays some essential message, and time is the message. It takes things away. But its passage, its damages, are all we have. Without it, there's nothing.

She believed that people are born every minute of their lives, and what they are in each of those minutes is what they are completely.

What happens slowly carries in each part the possibility of returning to what came before. In an accident everything is simultaneous, sudden, irreversible. It means this: no going back.

I feel like my mind is a sweater.And a loose thread get's tugged at, pulled and pulled until the sweater unravels and there's only a big fluffy pile of yarn. you can make something with that with it, that pile of yarn, but it will never be a sweater again. that's the state of things p.91

it is easier to like difficult people when they are leaving, or already gone.

They toasted Gordon's departure. "To my rustication," Gordon said. "Isn't that when they boot you from Oxford?" "They just send you down to the country for a while.

For the face, time relays some essential message, and time is the message. It takes things away. But it's passage, it's damages, are all we have. Without it, there is nothing.

What happens between bodies during an insurrection is more interesting than the insurrection itself.

change was such an elusive thing. A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the esire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

change was such an elusive thing. A man could say every day that he wanted to change his life, was going to change it, and every day the lament became merely a part of the life he was already living, so that the desire for change was in fact a kind of stasis that allowed the unchanged life to continue, because at least the man knew to disapprove of it, which reassured him not all was lost.

Who knew why they waited, I thought, understanding that I, too, had it in me to wait. To expect change to come from outside, to concentrate on the task of meeting it, waiting to meet it, rather than going out and finding it.

and it is easier to like difficult people when they are leaving, or already gone.

The thing is you keep existing whether you have a plan to do so or not, until you don't exist, and then your plans are meaningless.

Checklists and plans are useful tools as long as we use them as guides and not rulebooks. As we journey through life, we are supposed to change and so should our goals.

In avoiding all pain and seeking comfort at all cost, we may be left without intimacy or compassion; in rejecting change and risk we often cheat ourselves of the quest; in denying our suffering we may never know our strength or our greatness.

Often times of crisis are times of discovery, periods when we cannot maintain our old ways of doing things and enter into a steep learning curve. Sometimes it takes a crisis to initiate growth.

Wasn't the leap from the farm or the small town to the college campus enough cultural dislocation? Wasn't college education itself enough of a voyage?

If you can't turn cold into hot, you're fucked. Go ahead and apply that to all areas of life.

Broken hearts never truly heal, they mend, beat a little differently, forever after.

A laugh-out-loud moment before she would send them to the underworld; or it would have been if she could still laugh. She's tried to remember how but she honestly couldn't make the sound anymore, another strange side effect.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people stay for a while, and give us a deeper understanding of what is truly important in this life. They touch our souls. We gain strength from the footprints they have left on our hearts, and we will never EVER be the same.

There were two kinds of students who liked the library: those who devoured one book after another and those who savored the same book repeatedly. Now she understood those rereaders differently ... she realized it was not the rereading that led to fresh insights. It was the rereader-- because when a person is changing inside, there are inevitably new things to see.

she realized it was not the rereading that led to fresh insights. It was the rereader—because when a person is changing inside, there are inevitably new things to see

she had wondered which was worse: the sudden good-bye you know is a good-bye or the long good-bye you have to guess.