Quotes About Change

Then autumn comes, with its first flush of youth gone, but ripe and mellow, midway in time between youth and age, with sprinkled grey showing on the temples.

Middle age is when the narrow waist and the broad mind begin to change places.

Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years with the cold winds of winter breathing down my neck.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away...

When the problem is not so much resisting temptation as finding it, you may just be getting older.

Aging is an exponential clock — ticking in runaway years.

Age composes poems upon our faces — with more meaning and fewer rhymes every passing year

Old Father Time fox-trots across my golden locks!

We must grow old! The years go by, Sometimes on wings they seem to fly; But why such haste? We know not why! We only know that we grow old!... The broken links of life's short chain Can never find their place again... Into the dark unknown we take The hopes misfortune could not shake, Pure as the mountain's snowy flake, Where all is well—when we are old.

With each passing year, the body turns more prison than shelter.

Does age poison us, or do we poison age?

Age swallows our childhood.

Middle age is a winding path through kaleidoscopic years.

I turned off my tape-recorder and just sat looking at him for a moment, this strange time-traveller from the year 1890 or so, who remembered when there were no cars, no electric lights, no airplanes, no state of Arizona.

Bessie cried. "I ain't movin' to Arizona! Damnit, there is nothin' there but gravel and scorpions..."

Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life.

The change always comes about mid-August, and it always catches me by surprise. I mean the day when I know that summer is fraying at the edges, that September isn't far off and fall is just over the hill or up the valley.

Autumn is the season of change.

There are two times of year: autumn and waiting for autumn.

...the world reveals itself in its true dimensions in the Autumn...

"I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season," he says... "Everything shriveling up and dying." I don't know how to answer. Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

shorter days seem a little ominous shadows are becoming autumn'ish

Autumn is the hush before winter.