Quotes About Change

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

I'm aware of the incredible elasticity of life, how the buckled can become straight, the broken mended. Watch what is on the ground; watch what you step on, for it could contain hidden powers and, in a rage, fly up all emerald and scarlet to sting your face.

And I have the same heart in the same socket of chest, and it hammers the way it used to, and I find myself thinking the same words, Safe again, trapped again. My pals sweat on the steering wheel. I remind myself: I am not that girl. I've changed. I've grown. It's a long time ago.

I have said the word mother to myself so many times it is starting to lose its shock. [...] Repeat any word enough and it will cease to alarm you. Mother mother mother mother . Slowly, so slowly, I am growing used to its weight on the tip of my tongue, its echo and its shape.

I think I will actually miss it a little, this time of pure potential.

So," says my sister. "Do you feel like a mother yet?" I surprise myself by saying yes. "Cool," says my sister. "When did this happen?" "I don't know," I say. "Last Tuesday maybe?" I want to chart love, to code it or encrypt it. Love = proximity + time. Love = oxytocin + night feedings. But in the end, I'm no closer to understanding it, even when I feel it.

And I have the same heart in the same socket of chest, and it hammers the way it used to, and I find myself thinking the same words, safe again, trapped again. My palms sweat on the steering wheel. I remind myself: I am not that girl. I am not that girl. I've changed. I've grown. It's a long time ago.

Why doesn't passionate love last? how is it possible to see a person as beautiful on Monday, and 364 days later, on another Monday, to see that beauty as bland? surely the object of your affection could not have changed that much. she still has the same shaped eyes. her voice has always had that husky sound, but now it grates on you - she sounds like she needs an antibiotic.

Being a mother is a lot like growing up. When, or how, did you become an adult? What was the precise moment you lost your childhood? No one can say. It's all so permeable.

Sometimes we must all fall out of a tree.

You never know what's ahead," Papa would say, his eyes brimming with excitement.

creating earthquakes, moving mountains.

Magellan replied that he had formally renounced his allegiance to King Manuel and given his loyalty to King Charles.

Darwin felt that he was peering through eons to the dawn of human society. He judged them

Manuel abruptly changed his mind, decided to remain on the throne, and arranged to marry his son's fiancée

With this entirely factual approach, Pigafetta broke with a tradition that reached back to antiquity.

The uncertainty, the void, is the perfect place from which to create. It is the place where you can re-invent yourself.

Your mythology can and will change as you grow older and you learn more about life and the spiritual worlds. You are free to abrogate as many verses of your gospel as you wish, and even to be your own heretic.

At first, you must be willing to enter a state of liminality. In other words, you must be willing to enter a state in which you stand on the threshold and are no longer grasping the worldviews and sense of yourself that you held in the past, nor yet completely ready to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. You stand on the threshold, the doorsill, neither in one world nor another. This can be a frightening place to be.

Water never stops and says, 'Here I am. This is me.' It is forever in motion and twisting and turning into new forms every moment.

One of the best means by which change occurs is through repeating an act or experiencing a spiritual feeling: for example, repeating certain religious prayers, creeds, or rituals.

Magick then is the ultimate apotheosis of shape-shifting. Magick is the means to shift oneself from the state of the common everyday Homo sapiens sapiens to the transfigured state of Deum hominem or Divinum hominem, the Divine human.