Quotes About Change

How in hell can you handle love without turning your life upside down? That's what love does, it changes everything.

You realize that life is simply too short to keep being someone you're not.

People come and go, in and out of each other's lives like it's nothing. So I don't know how/why this should be a big deal.

The thing about me and books is that whichever one I'm reading always reminds me of whatever's happening in my life during that time.

Replace the old memory with a potentially crappier new one? No thank you.

The first day of school is bullshit

it's wrecked, our relationship is smashed, and we don't have to pretend anymore.

I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another.

He takes a chicken tender and dunks it into the honey mustard. Something about that makes me sad. Because all the little things about him, like the way he loves honey mustard and the way he always forgets the cheese on my burger, aren't mine anymore. It's weird that everything can be the same, that he can go on liking honey mustard, and yet everything is different.

Te perdi -Dice.- Esa fue mi consecuencia -Cooper

He has done this the way the fabled butterfly does it, as its wing-flapping sets off revolution.

YOU CAN MISS A LOT IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE {RULE 52}.

Everyone has that friend who's every day, like, 'I hate my nose, I hate my nose, I hate my nose.' You either need to come to peace with it and be like, alright, I hate it, but it's part of me - or change it. So I'm not against plastic surgery, I'm against plastic surgery when it doesn't really need to be done.

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'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.

Sure, sometimes it is great when, in prayer, we can express to God just what we feel; but better still when, in the act of praying, our feelings change. Liturgy is not, in the end, open to our emotional whims. It repoints the person praying, taking him somewhere else.

I am not thrilled by the idea that I am entering a vague in-between, after the intensity of conversion and before the calm wisdom of cronehood.

When something needs to be fixed, when I need something to change, my first and abiding instinct is to read. I think I can read my way to a solution. Or at least an evasion.

The thought of having to accumulate a new history with someone makes me feel uneven, as if my legs are two different lengths.

You don't have to call it 'the apartment,' " I say, suddenly uncomfortably aware that I am standing next to our bed half naked and about to be abandoned by my sort-of-ex-husband whom I probably should not have just slept with. "Just say, 'my apartment. I have to get back to my apartment.'

I'm trying," he calls after me, and I want to say, Yes, you are. He'll get up in a few minutes, put his clothes on, and get in his car and head to his apartment a mile from here, the two-bedroom on the East Side that I helped him pick out, near the lake and full of light, newly decorated with inexpensive but decent furniture and blue rugs and lots of pillows, and far too cozy to be as temporary as we agreed it was.

And then the crack seals up and I'm back on familiar ground, and I remember to miss my friend, and I am relieved.

As I've gotten older, I've gotten more liberal, and my father is increasingly conservative. It's so shocking to me because I always thought we had the same politics. The day I realized we voted for different presidents, I practically fell out of my chair.

Bygones are gone. That's not right, is it?