Quotes About Change

When disaster strikes, be open to a solution.

Time passes irrevocably.

All things by nature are ready to get worse

As a twig is bent the tree inclines.

A fickle and changeful thing is woman ever

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

Quis furor iste novus?

Through chances various, through all vicissitudes, we make our way.

In human affairs there is no room for certainty

With some exceptions, the enemies of the future aim their attacks not at creativity itself but at the dynamic processes through which it is carried.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

I will not be famous, great. I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.

I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don't admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange one; and as the current answers don't do, one has to grope for a new one, and the process of discarding the old, when one is by no means certain what to put in their place, is a sad one.

There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph.