Quotes About Change

Explosive bifurcation is the sudden transition that wrenches the system out of one order, and into another.

Too bad I didn't know you back then, I would have come and rescued you. Like he was Prince Charming or something. Which he is, in a way, because he rescued me from the simple, uncomplicated life I thought I liked until I realized how much I was missing. How lonely that life had been: going to work, going home, and watching TV, going places by myself on weekends.

The world is made of stairs; some go up and some go down. . . .

I kept changing the station, over and over around the dial, but all I got were those two channels, or snow. I had spent half my life watching TV. I thought again about the paperweight. I'd had it less than a week when I shook too hard and accidentally sent it flying across my bedroom where it hit the floor and cracked. Leaked, became useless. At the time, it was my biggest tragedy—breaking that paperweight.

I'm glad you're seeing someone," she said. "You and Thomas had a pretty complex relationship. You've spent an enormous amount of emotional energy on Thomas. Your whole life. Now, you're going to have to take all of that energy and . . . reinvest it, I guess. It's bound to be a complicated process.

Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference. Viveca comes downstairs first and heads into the

Maybe you inherited craziness like you did brown eyes or frizzy hair, I thought. Maybe you just went nuts and did that sort of thing if your mother got a divorce and a new boyfriend.

Like water, we mostly follow the path of least resistance.

If you squinted while looking at her from across a room, you would swear Mrs. Nord was Jackie Kennedy. My own mother sat alone on Bobolink Drive all day, talking to her parakeet, Petey, and worrying about dead children. Around the time of our move to Bobolink Drive, I stopped kissing my mother on the lips. It had been over four years since she'd lost the baby.

He took his hamburger out of the box, bit a large crescent shape out of it, and chewed. I looked away. "I've been thinking," he said. "Our apartment lease is up in less than three months. What do you say we move down to your grandmother's house." "I've been thinking, too," I said. "In a way, you raped her." "What?" "Your high school girlfriend. Sheila. You raped her.

Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference

Look back on the past but don't stare

Life is not a series of isolated ponds and puddles; life is this river you see below, before you. It flows from the past through the present on its way to the future.

What if I don't like adventure?" I said. Ruth dragged over a kitchen chair and sat down facing me. "Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That's how you grow.

he'd just recently relocated in Connecticut after twenty three years out in Saginaw, Michigan. Great Lakes country. God's country.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

These are the days that must happen to you

If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle.

The past and the present wilt. I have fill'd them, emptied them, And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

The past and present wilt—I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments; I do not ask the wounded person how he feels . . . . I myself become the wounded person, My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.