Quotes About Change

when love is strong enough it can even cause Fate to change her course

I just have to do the right thing, and recently I've realized that sometimes the right thing seems crazy to those who don't want change.

I'm turning into a Ho

I was blinking back freaked-out tears when Rephaim whispered my name. I looked over at him. He smiled and mouthed two small words: people change.

That was one of the strange things about grief. How it turned some into weights and reduced others to the molted skin of the person they'd been.

do? What happens to Heath?' 'He's young and the Imprint will be weak, so time and distance should make it fade eventually. If he actually Imprinted in full, there

I command my Oath Bound Warrior to execute the red vampyre and then to cast his two fledgling followers into the country, far enough away from any vampyre that their bodies will reject the Change and they, too, shall die!" I

Oh,great.It's like we're being bussed in from the fucking projects, Aphrodite and I'm hoping for urban renewal, Aphrodite grumbled.

This ignorance of the lives of others is what allows gentrification to happen. Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts points out in her book Harlem Is Nowhere that whenever a neighborhood gentrifies, you hear white people and the media using phrases such as "People are starting to move to that neighborhood," or "No one used to go there, but that's changing." The implication is that before these places gentrified, no one lived there, or at least no one of importance.

The one silver lining of our sad political reality in 2018 is that we're learning to rely less on the powers that be and more on ourselves to make change.

as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and had changed its mind at the last moment

No, I am quite content with you, Bertie. By the way, I do dislike that name Bertie. I think I shall call you Harold. Yes, I am perfectly satisfied with you. You have many faults, of course. I shall be pointing some of them out when I am at leisure.

If she ever turned into a werewolf, it would be one of those jolly breezy werewolves whom it is a pleasure to know.

Change of scene is the thing. I head of a man. Girl refused him. Man went abroad. Two months later girl wired him Come back, Muriel. Man started to write out a reply; suddenly found that he couldn't remember girl's surname; so never answered at all, and lived happily ever after.

Jeeves, I said, those spats. Yes, sir? You really dislike them? Intensely, sir. You don't think time might induce you to change your views? No, sir. All right, then. Very well. Say no more. You may burn them. Thank you very much, sir. I have already done so. Before breakfast this morning. A quiet grey is far more suitable, sir. Thank you, sir.

It was as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and had changed its mind at the last moment.

You never know what is waiting for you around the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

the way love can change a fellow is really frightful to contemplate.

I did not rush in with the vim I would have displayed a year or so earlier, before Life had made me the grim, suspicious man I am to-day:

But a thing I've often noticed is that when I've got something off my mind, it pretty nearly always happens that Fate sidles up and shoves on something else

Hear him now as he toils. He has a long garden-implement in his hand, and he is sending up the death-rate in slug circles with a devastating rapidity.             Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay              Ta-ra-ra BOOM— And the boom is a death-knell. As it rings softly out on the pleasant spring air, another stout slug has made the Great Change.

No girl, when she has been led to expect that a man is about to pour forth his soul in a fervour of passion, likes to find him suddenly shelving the whole topic in favour of an address on aquatic Salamandridae.

You know how it is. Love's flame flickers and dies, reason returns to her throne, and you aren't nearly as ready to hop about and jump through hoops as in the first pristine glow of the divine passion.

You know, Bayliss, said Jimmy thoughtfully, rolling over on the couch, life is peculiar, not to say odd. You never know what is waiting for you round the corner. You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.