Quotes About Change

Think about the women who fought for the vote. They had to be scared, too, but they marched for change, even if it meant going to jail. And now we can vote. Sometimes the end is worth any sacrifice.

Vietnam...war...it did something to us. Or maybe not. Maybe the bad seeds were always in me, and war gave them a dark place in which to grow.

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.

In that one image, Matthew saw the whole of his life; past, present, and future. It was one of those moments—an instant of grace in a crazy, sometimes impossibly dangerous world—that changed a man's life.

allow me to be an old man for a moment and to remind a young girl who is used to being impulsive that there can be none of that anymore.

They would always be a family, but if she'd learned anything in the past few weeks it was that a family wasn't a static thing. There were always changes going on. Like with continents, sometimes the changes were invisible and underground and sometimes they were explosive and deadly. The trick was to keep your balance. You couldn't control the direction of your family any more than you could stop the continental shelf from breaking apart. All you could do was hold on for the ride.

Sometimes a mood changes on its own... Sometimes it needs a shove.

Yesterday I was worried about a lot of things. Today I know what matters.

She knew suddenly that a woman could change her whole life and uproot her existence with one choice. Taking

But for now, I am an explorer again, made bold by hardship and strengthened by loss, going west in search of something that exists only in my imagination. A life different than one I've known before.

It's never good to sit around and wait for someone or something to change your life. That's why women like Gloria Steinem are burning their bras and marching on Washington.

She smiled at the memory, even as it saddened her to think that somewhere along the way their dreams had untangled, gone on separate paths.

It was one of those moments—an instant of grace in a crazy, sometimes impossibly dangerous world—that changed a man's life.

A wrecked marriage scares everyone. It's like a rock tossed into a still blue pond; the ripples go on and on.

Do you want. To fix it up? Live here?" "Maybe. Or maybe we'll burn it down and rebuild. Ashes make great soil.

It's too bad we don't live life backward. I think it was Kierkegaard who said that.

At his kiss, something opened up inside the scraped, empty interior of her heart, unfurled. For the first time, her romantic novels made sense, she realized that the landscape of a woman's soul could change as quickly as a world at war.

With the wisdom of time and the passing of years, she knew that. She knew, too, that love didn't evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn't go away.

It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.

It's funny how things slip away, pieces of us, even.

Every choice changed the road you were on and it was too easy to end up going in the wrong direction. Sometimes, settling down was just plain settling.

She thought about the chain of choices that had led her here. A ten-degree shift anywhere along the way and everything would be different.

June is spring, July is summer, August is autumn, and everything else is winter.

Life changes, whether you want it to or not.