Quotes About Change

In life it's not what happens to you. Its what happens in a single day, that can change the course of your life for a lifetime.

Stop telling yourself the 'same crap, different day. Recognize that throughout this beautiful day, you have an incredible amount of opportunities to move your life into the direction you want it to go.

In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will understand why everything in the past never worked.

There will be a few times in your life when your attitude is the little thing that makes a big difference.

If you want to cure a neurosis, you have to risk something."2

The first half of life, at least for most of us, is essentially a giant, unavoidable mistake.

To this day God is the name by which I designate all things which cross my willful path violently and recklessly, all things which upset my subjective views, plans and intentions and change the course of my life for better or worse.

How difficult is it for us to change our stories by taking "counter-phobic steps" as correctives? How often do we see someone's life devoted to compliance, hoping to curry favor and avoid retribution? How often do we see someone repeatedly miring themselves in bad relationships, hoping to wrest love, security, affirmation at last?

Occasionally someone rises from evening meal, Goes outside, and goes, and goes, and goes. . . Because somewhere in the East a sanctuary stands. And his children lament as though he had died. And another, who dies within his house, Remains there, remains amid dishes and glasses, So

DURING THE COURSE of his long and distinguished career, the Irish poet W. B. Yeats often changed his themes, style, and personal philosophy, sometimes leaving behind the audience he had cultivated. When he was upbraided for this confusing constancy of change, he replied: The friends have it I do wrong Whenever I remake my song Should know what issue is at stake. It is myself that I remake. 54

Either we die unto who we were, in order to move to the next stage, or we die through staying stuck, and suffer stasis and stultification.

The turbulence of the Middle Passage may resemble a psychotic break wherein the person acts crazy or with draws from others. If we realize that the assumptions by which the person has lived his or her life are collapsing, that the assembled strategies of the provisional personality are decompensating, that a world-view is falling apart, then the thrashing about is understandable.

A day can start out ordinary and end up being in the top ten. —Joe Bunch

The future is a trickster rabbit, full of surprises. Only the past is predictable.

When you're living through it, though, especially when you are twelve and you think the whole world is changing until you realize it isn't the world, it's you, no piece seems little. It's all so big you think it can kill you. But it doesn't. Which is why the story goes on.

The point is that something I thought was perfect has been broken, and I'm having to find the beauty in what is there instead of what I thought was there. Like this shell. I can either spend all my time wishing it were perfect, trying to imagine it the way it was or might have been, or I can see how beautiful it is just like this.

You think religions are constant things? inflexible and solid and form full-grown? Religions evolve. They grow out of a need, just like any other natural phenomenon, and they follow the same natural laws. They are born, grown, have sons, and illegitimate sons, and die.

So in The Thin Red Line 1st/Sgt Warden became 1st/Sgt Welsh, Pvt Prewitt became Pvt Witt, Mess/Sgt Stark became Mess/Sgt Storm. While remaining the same people as before. In Whistle Welsh becomes Mart Winch, Witt becomes Bobby Prell, Storm becomes John Strange.

Funny how the little things like a smoke seemed so wonderful and good when you were bad off and you thought if I ever get out of this one I'll take more time to enjoy the little things. And then you never hardly noticed them when everything was going good in your favor again.

As you are now so once were we.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.