Quotes About Change

An aging man cannot rewrite his youth but a youth may rewrite his own future.

September... where fall and summer meet.

The Summer's gone, — how did it go?

Of autumn months September is the prime, Now day and night are equal in each clime, The twelfth of this Sol rises in the Line, And doth in poising Libra this month shine...

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid-September...

Soft-eyed September...

September is more than a month, really; it is a season, an achievement in itself. It begins with August's leftovers and it ends with October's preparations...

September comes, and... Summer thins away.

September... dearest month of all to pensive minds!

Skipping turns — moping into hoping, pity into giddy, sad into glad, lazy into crazy, old into bold, tired into wired!

Sometimes I do a little mental skipping, just to shake things up in my mind.

If riding in an airplane is flying, then riding in a boat is swimming. If you want to experience the element, then get out of the vehicle.

When the people look like ants — pull, When the ants look like people — pray.

each transition will involve some kind of loss. Growth will always be costly; a new venture will always involve some form of letting go. It may be a matter of separation—from parents or from those who are part of an old way or an old world. It may involve leaving behind the comfortable and the secure. Each transition will be a small death, and the new life, the new opportunity and the new challenge will only come as we let go.

Part of the reason why we feel these transitions so keenly is that we know that our lives matter.

Historically, the common form of revolution has been a not-too-efficient despotism which is overthrown by another non-too-efficient despotism with little or no effect on the public good. Indeed, except for the change in the names of the ruling circles, it would be hard to distinguish one from the other.

The best parts of life can come unplanned.

I'm not sentimental about anything. Life flows by, and you flow with it or you don't. Move on and move out.

Eine Rose gebrochen, ehe der Sturm sie entblättert.

If you dont like life, move! Your not a tree!

Walls shift as the day's warmth rushes out and coolness from the garden flows in to take its place. Couches exhale. In the attic, objects made of suede and velvet stir. Forgotten horsehair mattresses sigh and wonder. Something flutters.

Your perfume. . .' His tone held a faint hint of surprise. 'I'd somehow expected you to wear something more. . .sultry. I don't recognize this fragrance.' 'It's new," Courtenay said tersely. 'It's called Get Lost. You've probably never encountered it before.

The most damaging phrase in the language is: "It's always been done that way."

It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.