Quotes About Change

Se solo potessi fare del mio cuore e della mia anima qualcosa di diverso da un campo di battaglia!

suspended between the carefree child of the Sanctuary I had once been and the confident adult I wished to become.

It is a funny thing, how one's perspective changes.

Life ended, but politics continued.

Tis strange how many leavetakings one life can hold.

Your goddamn bloodsucking boyfriend's been promising to change you for eight years! Jen said grimly. Wake up and smell the plasma, Beth!

I am reduced to calling a memory the sense of existing in the same place, with the same people and doing the same things (...) For a very long time, the days went by, each one just like the day before then I began to think, and everything changed. Before, nothing happened other than this repetition of identical gestures, and the time seemed to stand still, even if I was vaguely aware that I was growing and that time was passing. My memory begins with my anger.

Os homens irão deixar-te, a tua beleza irá desaparecer, os teus filhos irão crescer e partir e tudo o que pensaste ser a tua vida irá azedar; a única coisa com que podes contar é contigo mesma e com o teu talento.

Something's happening to this country. We're going to go immoral. And television is doing it.

It sneaks up on you, Anne-the habit. And after all emotion is gone and logic takes over, the habit is still there. For the rest of your life

Anne felt sad. People parted, years passed, they met again Ã¢â'¬â€ and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.

That's the thing, Ellie. Times have changed. When I was young I stayed out till really late as a teenager and no-one turned a hair.

SO NOW WE were the Luck family – Victoria, Kendall and Lola Rose – and we had a whole new life going for us.

Yes indeed,' said Miss Gibson. 'I'm starting to be very glad my last girl flounced off!' I

The truth always finds a way, Maisie, in some manner or form. You cannot deliberately change the course of the river without causing a flood or drought somewhere else.

The story takes up space as a knot in a piece of wood. If the knot is removed, a hole remains. We must ask ourselves, how will this hole that we have opened be filled? The hole, Maisie, is our responsibility.

It's not enough to say that you want equality, Ro. What do you intend to do about it?

places leave their mark in the same way that a human being can touch us. We have to make our peace with place, with the locations where we have spent time. We consider how we've been affected by being present in a certain spot - and how the place itself is changed by what has come to pass. You only have to visit a battlefield long after a war has ended, to know that places are never quite the same following a tragedy.

Truth grows even more powerful when it is suppressed, and that often it takes only one small crack to bring down the wall, to release it.

Never fear going in circles, Maisie. The next time around, you'll see something you missed before—that's if your mind is open. And you will be different, and it will be better. Experience, Maisie. Knowledge of yourself. And when you have knowledge, you have wisdom. If your mind is open, and your heart is willing.

spring will come, the soil will seed itself, that flood or drought will abate, and life goes on in that new landscape.

of each other. I think we're at the end. I just feel it.

you have to move—go to another room, step out on a walk, or drive to a place fresh to you. Move yourself, and you move your mind. Look at the evidence from different angles.

I reckon, Billy, that there's such a thing as serendipity, that if you are meant to move on, you will. And I believe that if you imagine, and keep on imagining, a better life for your family, then events will conspire to present the opportunity to you. And when that time comes, you will make your decision, one way or another." "Bit of a gamble, though, ain't it?" "So is staying in one spot." Epilogue