Quotes About Change

We are having such lovely weather — the air is sweet and still — now and then a gay leaf falling... a thousand little painters are tingeing hill and dale... autumn is most beautiful...

Autumn is Spring turned antique.

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of colors and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.

...autumn winds shaking color from the trees...

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.

Autumn will come whether or not you enjoyed summer.

Leaves, questioned by winter, fall.

In the desert, the slow quiet entrance of autumn is like breathing a sigh of relief — exhaling all the hot, stifling air built up over summer.

We want it to stay, but autumn always leaves. Beautifully.

Beards: they grow on you.

One swallow will not make spring, nor one bee honey.

But probably 2,000 years hence many beliefs of the wise of our day will have come to seem equally foolish. Man is a credulous animal, and must believe something; in the absence of good grounds for belief, he will be satisfied with bad ones.

Colder than lunar rainbows, changefuller Than sleeked purples on a pigeon's neck.

It's never too late to become what you want to be. Unless you want to be younger.

If the light in your life has changed to yellow, I recommend you floor it. It's safer than the alternative.

Come, clear the way, then, clear the way: Blind creeds and kings have had their day. Break the dead branches from the path: Our hope is in the aftermath... Make way for Brotherhood—make way for Man.

Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.

What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burnt me; nowadays they are content with burning my books.

Change there will be, as there has been throughout these... years. For he who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.

There were no violins or warning bells... no sense that my little life was about to change. But we never know, do we? Life turns on a dime.

If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills.

And suddenly you know... It's time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.