Quotes About Change

Before I met Oscar, I was fine. But then I met him, and I knew him, and I loved him, and he died, and after that, in an Oscarless world, I couldn't go back to the way I was before I knew him, because I wasn't the same person anymore. He mutated me.

Passion occupies a space that is not vacated until another passion occupies it.

Weather is so nineteenth-century in its effects

An architect should never rationalize a change in purely aesthetic terms, you know that. He should give the client a pragmatic reason for doing it." Lucien

It's important to keep in mind that you have control over your year, If you don't like the direction your life is going—then you have the power to change it. If you're not happy where you're at, figure out where you want to be and make it happen.

And if I could change my peer-driven party-animal self, maybe I could change everything.

There was a pothole thump, and "Wind of Change" jumped back to "Show Me the Way.

We're doing something different tonight," she said, ending the discussion. "We're going to a party up by the campus.

There can't be a summing up, a set of commandments, a safe and sacred way. That is the path to ruin. There is appetite, there is the shift of things, the change in weather, the melting of the ice, the new rivers gouged, and the songs we make up to help us keep going.

We think velocity is new, change is new, and this vast tumult and wave of fear is new. And we are wrong. There has never been firm ground for our lives and our only balm has been a forgetfulness of the changes we have endured.

The war had made some into libertines and some into serious, sober men.

One cold night in December 1941 I won a dance contest jitterbugging to "Tuxedo Junction" at the Denver Dance Hall. The next thing I knew I was on a troop train at four in the morning heading for the West Coast to defend California. The Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. I just turned twenty-one and I was 6?2?. Four years later when the war ended I got my discharge one day before I turned twenty-five; I was 6? 4?. I had grown two inches.

Thinking about what my brother said to me on the dock in Le Havre makes me wonder if he was looking into my soul. I knew something was different about me. I didn't care anymore about things. I had been through practically the whole war; what could anybody do to me? Somewhere overseas I had tightened up inside, and I never loosened up again. You get used to death. You get used to killing. Sure, you go out and have fun, but even that has an edge.

Actually, my attention was on a pretty Irish girl sitting in the stands with the sweetest smile on her face. I was trying to show off for her. Her name was Mary Leddy, and I had seen her in the neighborhood, but I had never spoken to her. Pretty soon she was going to change her name to Mrs. Francis J. Sheeran, but she didn't know that then sitting there in the third row, laughing along with the rest of the crowd. Between

Mary liked to arrange picnics with the kids, and we'd take them to the Willow Grove Amusement Park. I wasn't always running. When they were smaller I used to take them out. I was very close to Peggy, but she doesn't talk to me any more, not since Jimmy disappeared. The

It was different in the sixties when I married my second wife, Irene, and I had my fourth daughter, Connie. By then I was with Hoffa and the Teamsters, and I had steady money coming in and I was older and home more. I wasn't out maneuvering. I was already in position. Sometime

Endless improvements turn out to be merely endless transformations, thus announcing the uncomfortable truth that identity is permanently insubstantial and mutable.

Six years of uninterrupted happiness had rolled away, since my brother's marriage. The sound of war had been heard, affording objects of comparison.

All unaware, and in a manner which I had no power to explain, I was pushed from my immoveable and lofty station, and cast upon a sea of troubles.

Something whispered that the happiness we at present enjoyed was set on mutable foundations. Death must happen to all.

Surely," said I, "there is omnipotence in the cause that changed the views of a man like Carwin. The divinity that shielded me from his attempts will take suitable care of my future safety. Thus to yield to my fears is to deserve that they should be real.

Passage into new forms, overleaping the bars of time and space, reversal of the laws of inanimate intelligent existence, had been mine to perform and to witness.

Some men hope for revolution but when you revolt and set up your new government you find your new government is still the same old Papa, he has only put on a cardboard mask.

A world with a sudden limit on air travel would be tremendously different from the one we live in now.