Quotes About Change

I much prefer people who rock the boat to people who jump out.

Progress is not an illusion; it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.

I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.

I never change, except in my affections.

I beg your pardon I didn't recognise you - I've changed a lot.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

I have learned this: it is not what one does that is wrong, but what one becomes as a consequence of it.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

The only difference between saints and sinners is that every saint has a past while every sinner has a future.

But then one regrets the loss even of one's worst habits. Perhaps one regrets them the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!

Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.

And, after all, what is a fashion? From the artistic point of view, it is usually a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.

And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.

All great ideas are dangerous.