Quotes About Change

Maybe what River had meant was that time itself was like a river, moving steadily forward, and you got to be in a new river every day, every hour. All my life I'd felt like a lake. A lake where everyhting was contained, forever. All my experiences, all the different people I'd been, everything I'd had, everything I'd lost...I carried them around with me, all the time

The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death.

It was revolting that I had been like that. Shameful. Disgraceful, in the old-time sense of the word. And what was even worse? That I could now see myself so wretchedly clearly. I had changed, I recognized bitterly.I hated that I could see myself as I was. What a terrible thing to know. I would never be able to not know it, to forget it.I didn't see how I could ever forgive River for that.

Nothing is static; things always change. The best you can do is change along with them and work with what you have.

If you can change things, change them, but don't waste time worrying about things you can't change.

Because you are in the middle of becoming who you will be. It isn't going to be easy. You may need help. So feel free to ask us for it.

At the end of the summer the sea always seems to be railing against the thought of another long, fierce New England winter.

The sun don't shine on the same dog's ass all the time.

All these many-coloured feelings fell... like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.

You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?" Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. "Yes, if we meet again." He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly solemn. "We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?

Catherine Anderson

This Comanche cannot change his face. She touched the scar that slashed his cheek, the lifeless lips that had so frequently whispered comfort to her. If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.

She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind.

This Comanche cannot change his face." "And I can't change mine." He traced the hollow of her cheek, his mouth tipping into a sad smile. "I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.

If we are to better the future we must disturb the present.

nothing exciting ever happens, so you stop thinking it's going to. and then something does happen, and you miss it. completely.

I'm all in favor of recycling everything we can, but it's strange to see your past walking around with a new identity.

She was given no immediate answer, she only knew that somewhere a door had opened inside her and that it would be impossible to close it from now on.

What is it?' she cried at herself. 'What is the matter with me? Am I too becoming odd? Is this what spinsterhood does to one?'.....she made for the door her mind seemed to accept the fact that she was entering a new kind of world, the world of spinsterhood, and she saw it as something that had to be faced, lived with, endured. But with the handle of the door gripped in her hand, she looked down at it as she thought bitterly, What a waste of life!

And so, now you know why I nearly ate you up the day you landed on the doorstep in the rain. I was lonely. I look back an' I know I've been lonely every day since Willie died. But from the minute you stepped into the kitchen, as I told you, me life seemed to change. Lad, if you walked out the morrow and I never saw you again, the memory of these last few weeks, waitin' for you comin

whatever their denomination, the dead were the dead and were all the same to John, or at least they had been up to this last month or so. Before that, he had thrown the dirt onto them with the comment, and this to himself, that 'such was life' or, when feeling very talkative inside, he might add, 'When their number's called, even the deaf hear.' But this was before he had witnessed the accident at the crossroads.

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.

Marriage is obsolete and a trap.

I go to the movies a lot, and I regret when I see some actor that I used to like, to find them offering no more surprises.