Quotes About Change

and she felt the words come from some iron place within her that hadn't existed an hour ago. She didn't speak loudly, but there was such a change in her voice. Coming from that iron place, it was heavy and true; it wasn't persuasive, or desperate, or antagonistic. It just was.

And at that moment, for no reason he could put into words, the hourglass shattered. No more, the cool gray sift of days, the diligent waiting for the future to trickle forth. Lazlo's dream was spilled out into the air, the color and storm of it no longer a future to be reached, but a cyclone here and now. He didn't know what, but as surely as one feels the sting of shards when an hourglass tips of a shelf and smashes, he knew that something was happening. Right now.

When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife.

To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.

Death is permanent," said Less Ellen, "while flesh very much is not.

Letting you go, Karou, will be like oenin the window for a butterfly. One does not hope for the butterfly's return." "I'm not a freaking butterfly.

There were crinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were merry and asquint with unselfconscious happiness. The change was profound. If he was beautiful when grave-and he was-smiling, he was nothing short of glorious.

So what,' said Zuzana. 'They had to be pretty stupid butterflies to fall for him anyway. You'll grow new ones with more sense. New wise butterflies.

Do the thing. Kill the monster. Change the world.

It was, and then it wasn't. Karou's stomach roiled as she contemplated the possibility of being so suddenly not.

Las cosas cambian. Pueden cambiarlas quienes tienen voluntad de hacerlo.

They marked his first consideration that there might be other ways of living than the one he knew. Better, sweeter ways.

Los nombres pueden perderse u olvidarse. No había nadie que lo supiera mejor que Lazlo Strange. Anteriormente tuvo otro nombre, pero aquel nombre murió como mueren las canciones cuando ya no queda nadie que las cante.

But just because the past is blood doesn't mean the future must be, too.

She was all dark-eyed intensity. Something was lost in her. Karou saw it and mourned. War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. Its ugly, and you don't even want to look at it , let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice.

and it was not of this world, and he was not who he had been.

Durante un tiempo había sido una niña inocente que jugaba con plumas en el suelo de la guardia de un diablo. Sin embargo aquella inocencia había desaparecido.

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.

Akiva lived, and was changed.

Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers. And as she'd grown up, that list had just gotten longer and longer.

Odinioara fusese plina de candoare , o fetita care se juca fara nicio grija cu niste pene pe podeaua barlogului unui diavol. Acum, nu mai era deloc inocenta.

She sank back in her chair and let it pour out: soft, glittering laughter that worked another change in Akiva's countenance as he watched her with a hopeful, piercing scrutiny that made her tingle, she felt so...seen.

It feels like a door opening, and lungfuls of fresh air rushing in.

Things change. They can be changed, by those with the will.