Quotes About Change

Tatínek byl už tehdy rybáÃ…â"¢ským funkcionáÃ…â"¢em jako vÄ›tÅ¡ina bývalých pytlák?.

MÄ›l v rukou kufÃ…â"¢í?ek a poprvé sv?šený ramena. Ale v mých o?ích vyrostl za tu noc o ohromný kus.

However long it stays in the river the tree-trunk will never turn into a crocodile.

The development of Africa will not happen without the effective participation of women. Our forefathers' image of women must be buried once for all.

All things change; nothing perishes.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

My soul would sing of metamorphoses. But since, o gods, you were the source of these bodies becoming other bodies, breathe your breath into my book of changes: may the song I sing be seamless as its way weaves from the world's beginning to our day.

what we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow

My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

O gods, If any gods will listen, I deserve Punishment surely, I do not refuse it, But lest, in living, I offend the living, Offend the dead in death, drive me away From either realm, change me somehow, refuse me Both life and death! -- Myrrha, before being transformed into a tree

Nothing retains its original form, but Nature, the goddess of all renewal, keeps altering one shape into another. Nothing at all in the world can perish, you have to believe me; things merely vary and change their appearance. What we call birth is merely becoming a different entity; what we call death is ceasing to be the same. Though the parts may possibly shift their position from here to there, the wholeness in nature is constant.

you put too much faith in the power of the gods, if you think they can give and take away the shape of things

I am compelled to speak of metamorphoses

what we call birth is when something first changes out of its former condition, and what we call death is when its identity ceases; things may perhaps be translated hither and thither; nevertheless, they stay constant in their sum total

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly Contrives. In all creation, be assured, There is no death - no death, but only change And innovation; what we men call birth Is but a different new beginning; death Is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps This may have moved to that and that to this, Yet still the sum of things remains the same. Nothing can last, I do believe, for long In the same image.

My mind leads me to speak now of forms changed into new bodies: O gods above, inspire this undertaking (which you've changed as well) and guide my poem in its epic sweep from the world's beginning to the present day. The

I intend to speak of metamorphoses.

Jokaisen rakkauden voittaa uusi rakkaus.

All that remained of Daphne was her shining loveliness

Alles verändert sich nur, nichts stirbt.

Everything changes Everything flows. What we were or are Tomorrow we will not be.

All things do change; but nothing sure doth perish.

Now I am ready to tell how bodies are changed Into different bodies.