Quotes About Change

Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound. Buzz. Buzz. But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. I that sinned and prayed and fasted. A child Conmee saved from pandies. I, I and I. I.

I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester.

Visas miestas išmiršta, ir ištisas gimsta, irgi išmiršta: vieni ateina, kiti išeina. Namai, nam? gretos, mylios šaligatvi?, kr?vos plyt?, akmenys. Iš rank? ? rankas. Vienas savininkas, kitas. Sakoma, nam? šeimininkas niekad nemiršta. Kai vienam pranešama, kad laikas išvykti, jo vieton stoja kitas. Jie perka namus už auks?, ir visas auksas vis vien j?. Kažkur ?ia slypi apgaul?. <...> Visi yra niekas.

The post-modern novel is now conceding, if not its absurdity, then its limited durability.

before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible...

He was angry with himself for being young and the prey of restless foolish impulses, angry also with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision.

In what state of rest or motion? At rest relatively to themselves and to each other. In motion being each and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, by the proper perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks of neverchanging space.

Couldn't they invent something automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new invention?

We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.

resent violence or intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, so to speak.

E' morto per un brutto caso di ventesimo secolo.

The tragedy of my species xxx is that it does not live in its own time. Homo sapiens is locked on history's rearview mirror, never the road ahead, bent on catching some presumed lost paradise xxx xxx The human race is destroying itself with nostalgia...

What we did in the last month, last year, even in childhood, shouldn't deny us the chance of reinvention

Some people say you pick up the Dirty Boogie where you left it off. Others say you pick it up where you would have been had you never gotten off it.

There's another way to put it. Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.

My experience with age it instills a degree of patience in some, leaves the virtuous spiritually unchanged, feeds the character defects in others, and brings little wisdom to any of us.

Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.

But the rain gods went away. They ain't coming back, either." "How do you know that?" "They got no reason to. We don't believe in them no more.

Mexico was not a country, Krill thought. It was a revolution that had never stopped.

Through the screen, he could smell the evening as though it were a living presence, the purple and yellow flowers in his yard and the dark green wetness of the fescue part of a song that was never supposed to die. Except he could feel things ending, coming apart at the center, and he didn't know why.

Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept the life you had planned was a dream written on water

I told myself I did not have to live as I once did. I did not have to re-create the violent moments that used to come aborning like a sulfurous match flaring off a thumbnail.

Not everybody gets to see a blinding light on the way to Damascus.

Profanity is the tool early man used to ward off situations he couldn't change—in other words, a confession of inadequacy.