Quotes About Change

Why don't we stay in love that way all our lives? Why do we turn into corpses with consciousness?

It is the masses: they are the unchangeable. An individual may emerge from the masses. But the emergence doesn't alter the mass. The masses are unalterable. It is one of the most momentous facts of social science. panem et circenses! Only today education is one of the bad substitutes for a circus. What is wrong today is that we've made a profound hash of the circuses part of the programme, and poisoned our masses with a little education.

And Clifford the same. All that talk! All that writing! All that wild struggling to push himself forwards! It was just insanity. And it was getting worse, really maniacal. Connie felt washed-out with fear. But at least, Clifford was shifting his grip from her on to Mrs Bolton. He did not know it. Like many insane people, his insanity might be measured by the things he was not aware of, the great desert tracts in his consciousness.

There's a bad time coming, boys, there's a bad time coming! If things go on as they are, there's nothing lies in the future but death and destruction, for these industrial masses.

There were many, many stages in the ebbing of her love for him, but it was always ebbing.

Sometimes snakes can't slough. They can't burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply don't care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.

Apparently one grows more carnal and more mortal as one grows older. Only youth has a taste of immortality--

the country had become too uncongenial. The gentry were departing to pleasanter places, where they could spend their money without having to see how it was made.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

You've got very badly to want to get rid of the old, before anything new will appear — even in the self.

believe our civilization is going to collapse,' said Aunt Eva. `And what will come after it?' asked Clifford. `I haven't the faintest idea, but something, I suppose,' said the elderly lady.

You're spending your life without renewing it.

Piecemeal the body dies, and the timid soul has her footing washed away, as the dark flood rises.

She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

Yes, I feel something is wrong between men and women. A woman has no glamour for a man any more.' `Has a man for a woman?' She pondered the other side of the question. `Not much,' she said truthfully.

All the great words, it seemed to Connie, were cancelled for her generation: love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband, all these great, dynamic words were half dead now, and dying from day to day.

And are you sorry?' she said. `In a way!' he replied, looking up at the sky. `I thought I'd done with it all. Now I've begun again.' `Begun what?' `Life.' `Life!' she re-echoed, with a queer thrill. `It's life,' he said. `There's no keeping clear. And if you do keep clear you might almost as well die. So if I've got to be broken open again, I have.' She did not quite see it that way, but still `It's just love,' she said cheerfully. `Whatever that may be,' he replied.

And he was always aware of this fall of silence on his entry, the shutting off of life, the unwelcome. But now it was gone too far to alter.

Paul felt life changing around him. The conditions of youth were gone.

Morel fell into a slow ruin. His body, which had been beautiful in movement and in being, shrank, did not seem to ripen with the years, but to get mean and rather despicable.

I offer a bunch of pansies, not a wreath of immortelles. I don't want everlasting flowers and I don't want to offer them to anyone else. A flower passes, and that is perhaps the best of it… don't nail the pansy down. You won't keep it any better if you do.

If the one I love remains unchanged and unchanging, I shall cease to love her. It is only because she changes and startles me into change and defies my inertia, and is herself staggered in her inertia by my changing, that I can continue to love her. If she stayed put, I might as well love the pepper-pot.

There's a bad time coming. There's a bad time coming, boys, there's a bad time coming! If things go on as they are, there's nothing lies in the future but death and destruction for these industrial masses. I feel my inside turn to water sometimes, and there you are, going to have a child by me.

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