Quotes About Change

A grace living here as we live, Move my mind now to that which holds Things as they change. The warmth has come. The doors have opened. Flower and song Embroider ground and air, lead me Beside the healing field that waits

A number of people, by now, have told me that I could greatly improve things by buying a computer. My answer is that I am not going to do it. I have several reasons, and they are good ones.

A spring wind blowing the smell of the ground through the intersections of traffic, the mind turns, seeks a new nativity- another place, simpler, less weighted by what has already been.

The big idea of education, from first to last, is the idea of a better place. Not a better place where you are, because you want it to be better and have been to school and learned to make it better, but a better place somewhere else. In order to move up, you have got to move on. I didn't see this at first. And for a while after I knew it, I pretended I didn't. I didn't want it to be true.

The future was coming to me, but I had not so much as lifted a foot to go to it.

The interstate cut through farms. It divided neighbor from neighbor. It made distant what had been close, and close what had been distant.

help you realize that your present will someday be someone else's past.

If nothing ever changed, there would be no such things as butterflies.

The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.

I've learned that everyone can do their part to repair the world

It didn't feel like the last night of anything anymore, just that the world went on and would follow us home

It's the kind of story we learn over and over again about everything in the world: your life starts out as a wild open frontier that you explore until the forces of time or history or civilization or nature intervene, and then suddenly it's all gone, it all weathers and falls down and gets built over; everyone dies or moves away or becomes a grainy photograph, and yes, at some point you just get fat and fall off a streetcar. Progress--it dumps you on your aging and gigantic ass!

I do realize how this all sounds. I realize that in this account of my journey to the Little House on the Prairie, a journey that in Pa's time would have taken at least ten days, my litany of misfortunes contains words like power windows and Wi-Fi. I realize, yes, that one of the greatest hardships I had to contend with involved a car that starts with the push of a button.

But there was no final firestorm, just a long night of negotiations where we tried to get our old selves back, to disown who we'd been for the past three months, because we'd been the wrong people all along.

Change is growth; love is never lost.

Whether we like it or not, modern ways are going to alter and in part destroy traditional customs and values.

What's really bad is that after acknowledging a wrong decision, I don't have the nerve to turn back, since I'd rather correct myself with another wrong decision.

Maybe with good luck we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.

Eumenes had been with her more than 400 years, Lollia nearly as long. Until now not one of her transformations had failed to last 200 years. Was she getting worse at it, or was the strength of the human stock in decline?

78 million in 1900 to 230 million in 2000

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.

Once you love, you cannot take it back, cannot undo it; what you felt may have changed, shifted slightly, yet still remains love. You still feel-though very small-the not-altogether unpleasant shock of soul recognition for that person.

While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.

I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.