Quotes About Change

Dark religions must leave for sweet science to take over.

I guess, says Deagle, finally, I'll just have a pack of Marlboro Lights. That's what I used to smoke when I was human.

The two of you stood there, side by side, and the tectonic plates of your lives began to shift and resettle, continents separating.

Does a human life, a personality, exist as a single thread that can be followed through time? Is the me of 20 years ago the same me that exists now? Will I still be me in 20 years?

The desire to remake that shrinking expanse of life they were still allotted, to make use of it, to fill it up with possibility. Oh please: one more transformation.

and the thing that shocked her the most was how quickly such absences began to close. even after a few weeks, you could see how soon her parents would be forgotten, how their presence became an absence, and then...what? What did you call an absence that ceased to become an absence? what do you call a hole that has been filled in?

Anxiety!" he said. "I've been there, plenty of times! And, you know, it's particularly hard during the first one, especially, because you're so invested in that idea of self. You grew up with that concept—you think there's a real you—and you have some longstanding attachments, people you've known, and you start to think about them. People you have to leave behind—

You wanna grow up to be a trivia question? she asked, challenging me. Or do you wanna make a difference in the world?

The thing about the past is you can't fix it. It's not there. It won't stay put.

Enlightenment is not an attainment, it is a realization. And when you wake up, everything changes and nothing changes.

Today is today. But there are many tomorrows...

Fear and sorrow inhibit action; anger generates it. When you learn to make proper use of your anger, you can change fear and sorrow to anger, then turn anger to action. That's the body's secret of internal alchemy.

focus all your energy not on struggling with the old, but on building the new.

If you don't get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change, free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is a law, and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.

You have been immortal since before you were born and will be long after the body dissolves. The body is Consciousness; never born; never dies; only changes. The mind — your ego, personal beliefs, history, and identity — is all that ends at death.

It feels nice to be comfortable, but if we're comfortable all the time, we miss out on the chance to stretch and grow.

think of death as a transformation — a bit more radical than puberty, but nothing to get particularly upset about.

There are times to let things happen, and times to make things happen. Now is that time. You will either make things happen, watch what happens, or wonder what happened.

The world was peopled with minds, whirling faster than any wind, in search of distraction and escape from the predicament of change, the dilemma of life and death — seeking purpose, security, enjoyment, trying to make sense of the mystery. Everyone everywhere lived a confused, bitter search. Reality never matched their dreams; happiness was just around the corner — a corner they never turned. And the source of it all was the human mind.

Under the weight of my growing self-knowledge, my self-image was sinking fast.

In life, stress happens when you resist... No matter what comes your way, if you take a rigid position, you experience pain. Never oppose force with force. Instead, absorb it and use it... Yielding can overcome even a superior force.

And so I awoke to reality, free of any meaning or any search. What could there possibly be to search for? All of Soc's words had come alive with my death. This was the paradox of it all, the humor of it all, and the great change. All searches, all achievements, all goals, were equally enjoyable, and equally unnecessary.

The world was peopled with minds, whirling faster than any wind, in search of distraction and escape from the predicament of change, the dilemma of life and death — seeking purpose, security, enjoyment, trying to make sense of the mystery. Everyone everywhere lived a confused, bitter search. Reality never matched their dreams; happiness was just around the corner — a corner they never turned.

First mountains are mountains and rivers are rivers. Than mountains are no longer mountains and rivers are no longer rivers. Finally mountains are mountains and rivers are rivers.