Quotes About Change

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

You can't expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.

You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it.

If she'd known him better, she might've tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human—life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder your path got, and you'd still have to travel it.

if you can change the fate of a character you read out of a book by adding new words to his story, then maybe you can change everything about it: who goes out, who comes in, how it ends, who's happy, and who's unhappy afterwards.

Yesterday. Was there a more merciless word?

Nulla è eterno, Balbulus. E che cosa c'è di meglio, per le parole, che essere cantate in giro? Sì, certo, ogni volta mutano, hanno una melodia diversa. Ma non è questo il bello?

Can't you imagine? Haven't you told her about the place enough?" He tried the handle again, as if that could change anything. Meggie had covered the whole door with quotations. They looked to him now like magic spells written on the white paint in childish hand. Take me to another world! Go on! I know you can do it. My father has shown me how. Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much.

Vielleicht hat sich doch alles geändert. Vielleicht gibt es hinter der gedruckten Geschichte eine andere, viel grössere Geschichte, die sich ebenso wandelt, wie unsere Welt es tut? Und die Buchstaben verraten uns darüber gerade so viel wie ein Blick durch ein Schlüsselloch. Vielleicht sind sie nicht mehr als der Deckel zu einem Topf, der viel mehr enthält als wir lesen können.

He still looked so sad. Not a sign of the laughter that once used to be as much a part of his face as his black eyes. The smile he gave her now was only a sad shadow of it.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe There was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. Billy Collins, "On Turning Ten" A

Una storia cambia continuamente vestito. Una storia cresce e germoglia come un qualcosa di vivo! Quelle che vengono chiuse nei libri, invece? Sì, magari vivono più a lungo, ma prendono vita solo quando i libri vengono aperti. Sono suoni pressati tra i fogli, e solo una voce può dar loro fiato!

Read - and be curious. And if somebody says to you: Things are this way. You can´t change it. - don´t believe a word.

Sollte er Staubfinger vielleicht doch noch etwas schlechter machen? Nein, er hatte ihn schon umgebracht, heute würde er ihm einen Gefallen tun. Heute würde er seine Frau dazu bringen, ihm ein für alle Mal zu verzeihen, dass er zehn Jahre fort gewesen war. Manchmal kann ich doch wahrlich ein netter Mensch sein!, dachte Fenoglio.

was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed… . He wanted … to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls, and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: it always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on – developing and changing like our own world.

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on the pan; it always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on developing and changing like our own.

Dir wachsen einfach nur neue Blätter, Caspia, dachte sie, wie dem jungen Löwenzahn und der Kapuzinerkresse.

The slow days drifted on, and each left behind a slightly lightened weight of apprehension. Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Gefährlich ... seit wann interessiert dich das?

It's the place that worries you," said Hazel. "I don't like it myself, but it won't go on forever." Richard Adams, Watership Down

She and the writer got together to change this story for the better.

Come se ogni volta, fra le pagine, rimanesse attaccato qualcosa: sensazioni, pensieri, rumori, odori... E quando a distanza di anni li riapri, ritrovi te stesso, un po' più giovane, un po' diverso, quasi il libro ti avesse conservato come un fiore fatto seccare tra le pagine... un po' estraneo e un po' familiare.»