Quotes About Change

He did not need to be distracted by a woman. A gorgeous woman, yes, but just a woman. He didn't understand her. That was the problem. She was beautiful but unaware of her beauty. She was rich but not grasping. She was timid, yet she rode fearlessly, and for a scroungy dog she roared like a lion. Because of her, he'd had his best boots nipped by a mutt's sharp teeth. Because of her, he'd ordered all flower arrangements changed from red to yellow roses.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everything had changed. She swept him into a tidal wave of pure sensation, and he willingly let go and let her take him with her.

You can't go back; I can't go back either, but we can go on.

Before Elle had come into his life, he didn't even know what tea was. Now it was a staple. Worse, he actually knew the differences in teas.

Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman.

Because you think you've changed your lifestyle. You haven't, you know. In a day or two there will be a killing in this city and you will be on the hunt without a backward glance, without a single thought for me, just as you did before." Gabriel smiled at her, his teeth very white. "I will have no choice but to hunt the vampire, but I will not only look back, I will come back.

Steele had found that once one had a glimpse of what life could be like when it was good, he couldn't go back to dark, ugly days and nights. He existed before Breezy. [...] He hadn't been alive. Breezy had changed all that.

Il mio piccola bella amore, I can't change the past as much as I'd like to," he said softly. "I can only tell you that you have my future. Only you.

He was called Ice for a number of reasons, but the biggest was because he was truly ice inside. A glacier. Deep, wide, dense, impossible to penetrate. He thought his heart was encased in ice. He thought his emotions long since frozen, but she was changing everything, including his perception of himself.

Know this, sivamet-this child will be mine. I will take Vadim's blood from you and exchange it for mine. Eventually, over time, she will be ours. My child and yours. My blood will change her cells. her organs, reshaping and repairing any damage. 'The healer- - Dragomir to Emeline

She could be a phoenix, rising like that firebird from the ashes of who she had been

Zara to Gino - You can only decide who you want to be. What kind of man you want to be. What example you want to set for our children? We all have choices. If you don't like something about yourself, you work on changing it.It might take a lifetime, but that's a gift you can share with your children

Deep inside where he was hard and cold and carved of stone, he felt a curious shifting, melting, a softening he couldn't explain, and it scared the hell out of him.

Life certainly changes, doesn't it? she asked her birth father. One moment you feel there is no hope, no way out, and the next, the entire world opens up for you. Razvan reached for Ivory's hand. That is the truth, Skyler.

You both have gone soft," Gregori snickered. "No wonder our people have such problems. The women are ruling, and you two besotted idiots just follow along." Jacques' solid form wavered, became transparent. "We will see who proves to be the soft one, healer." His body completely disappeared from sight.

The life was lonely, regimented, dangerous and formidable. Now that he had Grace in his life, even for a short few weeks, he wasn't willing to go back to that stark, lonely existence.

Years ago women were nothing, Eloisa. They had no rights. They couldn't own property. They were property. That changed because it wasn't right. Children were beaten regularly by parents. That changed because it wasn't right. Just because something is tradition, handed down from one generation to the next, doesn't make it right.

Mikhail stretched out on the bed, his head in her lap. "You are going to turn my well-ordered world upside down, are you not?" She tunneled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky thickness against the bare skin of her hips and thighs. "I certainly intend to do my best.

Grief does strange things to people.

My mother used to say, better the devil you know than the one you don't. I say, if you're living with the devil, kick him out and find something different.

Disorder keeps increasing if things are left to themselves.

One of these days, you keep asking, Brice, and I might scare you to death and say yes. I'd turn into a clingy, nagging witch and drive you nuts

You are going to turn my well-ordered world upside down, are you not?" She tunneled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky thickness against the bare skin of her hips and thighs. "I certainly intend to do my best. You people are in a rut. You need to move into this century.