Quotes About Change

se dio cuenta de que el paisaje del alma de una mujer podía cambiar con la misma velocidad que un mundo en guerra.

Cuando sus labios la rozaron, todo cambió, o cambió Isabelle. Una ola de deseo la recorrió, le cortó la respiración. Se sintió perdida y encontrada en sus brazos, rota y vuelta a unir. Las palabras «te quiero» la quemaban por dentro, desesperadas por ser pronunciadas en voz alta. Pero todavía ansiaba más oír esas palabras. Quería que le dijeran, solo por una vez, que era amada.

folks who hang on to the past miss their chance for a future.

Then, I saw tragedy in it; now I see beauty.

You know the thing about history, Elsa? It's over. Already dead and gone.

something you wish you'd

Daniel laughed. How long would she remember exactly that sound? Not long enough. She knew that now. Memories—even the best of them—faded.

Had she made a mistake in bringing them here? They'd given up everything they'd known and loved to start over here, but what if there was no new beginning here? What if it was just the same hardship and hunger they'd left behind? Or worse?

Poate ca asta e o problema fireasca atunci cand esti cu un tip mai in varsta. El este pregatit de aterizare cand tu abia decolezi.

They passed a small dark-haired woman wearing spectacles who paced as she dictated to another woman, who was typing. "We cannot allow the rich to get richer while the poor get poorer. How can we call ourselves the land of the free when people are living on the streets and dying of hunger? Radical change requires radical methods…

But, as with Matthew, loss had rearranged her from the inside out.

We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.

You could always tell when Dad was gone. Everything was easier and more relaxed in his absence.

My side of the bed. It's funny, but some things don't change after the death of a spouse, and that's one of them. The left side of the bed is mine even though I am alone in it.

All my life I've been told to make no noise, don't want too much, be grateful for any scrap that came my way. And I've done that. I thought if I just did what women are supposed to do and played by the rules, it would Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I don't know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ change. But the way we're treated…" "It's unfair," he said. "It's wrong," she said.

Well, I won't get help standing here wishing life were different.

The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. I

I am relying on you—a criminal and a communist—to help me make a difference.

Surely this beautiful creature couldn't be the child who'd once licked the metal ski-chair pole at Mammoth Mountain Ã¢â'¬Â¦ or the girl who'd climbed into her parents' bed after a nightmare when she was only a year away from being a teenager. Seventeen years had passed in the blink of an eye. It was too fast. Not long enough Ã¢â'¬Â¦

That was the sly, ruinous thing about motherhood, the thing that twisted your insides with guilt and made you change your mind and lower your standards: giving in was so damned easy.

Four months, she thought dully. Only four more months and she would graduate from high school and be able to leave home. Home. Whatever that meant.

Yo procedo de una generación más reservada. Comprendemos el valor de olvidar, el aliciente de reinventarnos.

The man who'd come home from war was not the same man who'd boarded the plane for Vietnam.

Now, though, she wondered what her life could possibly be. She couldn't go back to who she'd been, but how could she go forward