Quotes About Change

Aquilo que permanece imóvel, Vadia. No meio de todas as mudanças, nós não estamos treinados para distinguir as coisas que permanecem iguais. E isso é um grande problema, porque, quando se pensa no assunto, as coisas que não mudam são quase sempre as mais importantes.»

Se o teu amigo morreu, não o enterres. Mantém-te um pouco afastado e aguarda. Os abutres hão-de chegar e tu farás imensos amigos novos.»

bien que révolutionnaire, la victoire d'une idée en déterminait l'embourgeoisement automatique.

In politics, sunny days and rainy days can change very quickly.

I love Germany so much that I preferred when there were two.

If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change.

Si sta come d'autunno sugli alberi le foglie.

Oggi come l'Isonzo di asfalto azzurro mi fisso nella cenere del greto scoperto dal sole e mi transmuto in volo di nubi Appieno infine sfrenato il solito ragazzo sgomento non batte più il tempo col cuore non ha né tempo né luogo è felice

The past has been given to us,' Miss Hester said. 'The future must be built, as others have built our past.

It is a humiliating fact that at nineteen the keenest sorrows have a habit of yielding, with uncanny readiness, to the soothing effects of excitement and a change of scene. It is a sound instinct, after all, which takes the rejected lover to the wilds to shoot hippopotami and lions. Even the female of the species—not of hippopotami and lions—can obtain a considerable amount of balm from driving along the Great North Road at eighty miles an hour.

mean you do it to purify your whole outlook and get an absolutely new conception of what everything's about.

You know that saying, that when God closes a door he opens a window, well, sometimes out of nowhere he'll do you one better and he'll kick a whole wall down.

I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.

There were never moments in your life when you actually saw something end, for whether you knew it or not something else was always flowering. Never a disappearance, always a transformation.

Then what happened next happened.

I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.

Show us the world's not the way we thought it was and part of us rejoices.

Humans are moving into a new phase, one based on the knowledge that talking about their feelings has never got them anywhere.

Full moon rises. You change. You need what you need, so you do what you do. The kill – like the show – must go on.

She hated the predictability of herself, but knew life probably wouldn't be long enough for her to grow out of it.

The moon sets. The next day you wake up in sheets that smell of fabric conditioner. There is CNN. There is coffee. There is weather. There is your human face in the mirror. The world, you discover, is a place of appalling continuity.

It rewrites the contract, I'd read somewhere. Your self's no longer central. This thing comes out of you and drags half your soul along after it like a blanket.

There are things you think you won't be able to do, that need the actual to become possible. There are things that only become thinkable once you're already doing them.

She turned towards me, put her fingertips against my chest. She was enjoying it somewhat, too, the little betrayal of Mark's memory. She still loved him, differently; now and again there must be these retrospective cruelties, to consolidate her newness, to let her not love him in the old way.