Quotes About Change

Feminism', we have had to destroy.

And she came in from the little room.

Queer, I mused, to see what we were thinking five years ago.

Forgetfulness in people might wound, their ingratitude corrode, but this voice, pouring endlessly, year in year out, would take whatever it might be; this vow; this van; this life; this procession, would wrap them all about and carry them on, as in the rough stream of a glacier the ice holds a splinter of bone, a blue petal, some oak trees, and rolls them on.

But when she looked at Prue tonight, she saw this was not now quite true of her. She was just beginning, just moving, just descending.

She was thinking how all those paths and the lawn, thick and knotted with the lives they had lived there, were gone: were rubbed out; were past; were unreal, and now this was real; the boat and the sail with its patch; Macalister with his earrings; the noise of the waves--all this was real.

But if one day you do not come after breakfast, if one day I see you in some looking-glass perhaps looking after another, if the telephone buzzes and buzzes in your empty room, I shall then, after unspeakable anguish, I shall then - for there is no end to the folly of the human heart - seek another, find another, you.

Nothing should be named lest by so doing we change it

But there is one peculiarity which real works of art possess in common. At each fresh reading one notices some change in them, as if the sap of life ran in their leaves, and with skies and plants they had the power to alter their shape and colour from season to season. To write down one's impressions of Hamlet as one reads it year after year, would be virtually to record one's own autobiography, for as we know more of life, so Shakespeare comments upon what we know.

We were full of experiments and reforms, we were going to do without table napkins. Everything was going to be new, everything was going to be different. Everything was on trial.

to possess one single thing (it is Louis now) must waver, like the light in and out of the beech leaves; and then words, moving darkly, in the depths of your mind will break up this knot of hardness, screwed in your pocket-handkerchief.

Habits gradually change the face of ones life as time changes one's physical face;& one does not know it.

She had altered her values in deference to the opinion of others.

In a world which contains the present moment, why discriminate? Nothing should be named lest by so doing we change it.

How curiously one is changed by the addition, even at a distance, of a friend. How useful an office one's friends perform when they recall us. Yet how painful to be recalled, to be mitigated, to have one's self adulterated, mixed-up, become part of another.

Continuerò ad azzardare, a cambiare, ad aprire la mente e gli occhi, rifiutando di lasciarmi incasellare e stereotipare. Ciò che conta è liberare il proprio io: lasciare che trovi le sue dimensioni, che non abbia vincoli.

The red carnation that stood in the vase on the table of the restaurant when we dined together with Percival is become a six-sided flower; made of six lives

Dünya, kamç?s?n? kald?rd? iÅŸte; bakal?m nereye indirecek?

I am growing up,' she thought, taking her taper. 'I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones

Things were not so simple after all. She could not understand even her own feelings. She saw the most cherished of her convictions put into practice - and her eyes filled with tears. She had won fame and independence and the right to live her own life - and she wanted something different.

Even if one could state the value of any one gift at the moment, those values will change; in a century's time very possibly they will have changed completely.

Tu È™i eu, È™i ea trecem È™i pierim; nimic nu d?inuie; totul se schimb?; în afar? de cuvinte È™i pictur?.

Time flaps on the mast--

her generation of novelists, including Forster, Lawrence, and Joyce, from their Edwardian predecessors, Bennett, Galsworthy, and Wells.