Quotes About Change

Only the minute and the future are interesting in fashion--it exists to be destroyed. If everybody did everything with respect, you'd go nowhere.

All in fashion passes.

I know in an existential sense that life can change on a dime ... something has instantly and inexorably changed in American life.

Of all the contracts I had signed, this was perhaps the only one that my father could never have imagined me signing, for it traded what should never be traded. It delivered me into the unknown and erased my father's name. I could not know that this was just the first of many erasures.

When you divorce someone, you divorce their whole family.

We must remember that we are living in an age in which the ground is shifting and the foundations are shaking. I cannot answer for other times and places. Perhaps it has always been so. We know it is true today.

The dynamics and structures found in those groups called families in our society may not be evident in those groups called families in other places and times.

The schizophrenic may indeed be mad. He is mad. He is not ill. I have been told by people who have been through the mad experience how what was then revealed to them was veritable manna from Heaven. The person's whole life may be changed, but it is difficult not to doubt the validity of such vision. Also, not everyone comes back to us again.

In our society many of the old rituals have lost much of their power. New ones have not arisen.

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

What is to be done? We who are still half alive, living in the often fibrillating heartland of a senescent capitalism -- can we do more than reflect the decay around and within us? Can we do more than sing our sad and bitter songs of disillusion and defeat?

You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?

War is all we've been taught, but there are other ways to live. We can find them, Akiva. We can invent them. This is the beginning, here." She touched his chest and felt a rush of love for the heart that moved his blood, for his smooth skin and his scars and his unsoldierly tenderness. She took his hand and pressed it to her breast and said, "We are the beginning.

It was not a happy ending but a happy middle--at last, after so many fraught beginnings.

I've always imagined that one day the path of your life would unroll at your feet and carry you away from us. As it should, as it must. But I am glad that day is not today.

We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

And they gazed at themselves in it, side by side and hand in hand, and they beheld neither gods nor monsters. They were so nearly unchanged, and yet that one thing - the color of their skin - would, in the real world, change everything.

I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.

An idea fell like a seed and over the next weeks it went on growing like a fig vine lush and conquering twining round her old beliefs and covering them in new growth until they were as invisible as a tiger in a thicket and just as deadly.

You argued before that the dead don't want to be avenged, and that may be right, sometimes, but when you're the one left alive -" "We don't know that they're -" Karou broke in, but couldn't even finish the sentence. "Life feels stolen." "Given." "And the only response that makes sense to the heart is vengeance," he said. "I know. Believe me. But I'm hiding in a shower with you instead of trying to kill you, so it would seem that the heart can change its mind.

It wasn't even an alternate version of his life. He hadn't gone back in time and done everything differently to get to this place. It turned out that sometimes it's enough to start doing things differently now.