Quotes About Change

Our biochemistry bolts and revolts at our modern life.

Best I love September's yellow...

There is a great renaissance going on. The flood of brains and imagination from the country to the cities is being stemmed — and a gradually increasing trickle is running in the opposite direction.

There is no such thing as the future until it is the present.

I believe the future is only the past again, entered through another gate.

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

We shall not wait for tomorrow. The future is always beginning now...

You can never plan the future by the past.

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life.

That time of year, you know, when the summer, beginning to sadden, Full-mooned and silver-misted, glides from the heart of September, Mourned by desolate crickets, and iterant grasshoppers, crying All the still nights long, from the ripened abundance of gardens...

To-day one half remembers With a sigh, In the yellow-mooned Septembers Long gone by, Many a solitary stroll With an overflowing soul...

The past is not a package one can lay away.

But a queer thing is — this is personal — however painful a thing has been when I look back it is no longer painful, or no more painful than music is. In fact it is just that.

Bring the past only if you are going to build from it.

Words of snow, which fell last year.

The past does not repeat itself but it often rhymes.

The past cannot return. If I have wounded you, forgive. If no more your breast will yearn To warm this straying heart, oh live The dreams that warm it yet, The memories it would not forget. There is no strife, all that has gone. There is no pain, the will is set. There are hours for thought to feed on, But none to keep alive regret. However sadly a heart may yearn, The past cannot, cannot return.

Now rising you may see with naked eye The brilliant Star in Corde Scorpii, Whose changing colours on a Summer's night, When culminating, shine so clear and bright, And twinkling change with red and silver light.

Now had the season returned when the nights grow colder and longer, And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters...

Whatever America hopes to bring to pass in the world must first come to pass in the heart of America.

For the world to follow, we must do more than rattle our sabers and demand allegiance to our vision simply because we believe we are right. We must provide a reason for others to aspire to that vision. And that reason must come with more than the repetition of a bumper-sticker phrase about freedom and democracy. It must come with more than the restatement of failed policy. It must come with the wisdom to admit when we are wrong and resolve to change course and get it right.

Time kept passing without my consent.

The clock strikes one that just struck two – Some schism in the sum; A sorcerer from Genesis Has wrecked the pendulum.