Quotes About Change

Philosophical systems have a habit of collapsing under the scrutiny of the next malcontent to come along.

Reason, it seems to me, is useless in these matters, becomes either an apologist for faith or its persecutor. Catch me tomorrow; I may change my mind. Today, I'm happy deferring to the muddle.

I'm not running away. But this is one corner of one country on one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much, so much, to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.

Is there any wonder why we are in such big trouble? Any question why the people don't trust their government anymore, and demand a change?

The key isn't winning -- or losing, it's making the attempt. I may never be what I ought to be, want to be -- but how will I know unless I try? Sure, it's scary, but what's the alternative? Stagnation - A safer, more terrible form of death. Not of the body, but of the spirit. An animal knows what it is, and accepts it. A man may know what he is -- but he questions. He dreams. He strives. Changes. Grows.

The better to slay me?! Mt healing factors make me a mutant. Lacing my bones with adamantium and giving me these claws, that was done to me. but, you asked to be changed. You did this to yourself. Threw away a humanity i'd give pretty near anything to possess.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

People wonder how they are ever going to change their lives, but really it is frighteningly easy.

How I would love to be a British pound. A pound is free to travel to safety and we are free to watch it go. This is the triumph. This is called globalisation. 2

your culture has become sophisticated, like a computer, or a drug that you take for a headache. You can use it, but you cannot explain how it works. Certainly not to girls who stack up their firewood against the side of the house.

After the war of course it will be like the start of spring, which is always so brilliantly sudden. The leaves will burst back onto the trees and close the gaps between the branches and we shall be startled - shan't we? - s we are startled at the end of every winter. We shall think: oh, I had quite forgotten there were three livable seasons.

Do you remember back when you felt you could actually do something to make the world better?" "You're talking to the wrong man. I work for central government, remember? Actually doing something is the mistake we're trained to avoid.

We did not have hurry. We did not have electricity or fresh water or sadness either, because none of these had been connected to our village yet.

One phone call: I realized it was as simple as that. People wonder how they are ever going to change their lives, but really it is frighteningly easy.

Sarah has had the middle finger of her left hand amputated] and she says that when she types: I can't rely on E,D, and C anymore. They go missing when I need them most. Pleased becomes please. Ecstasies becomes stasis.

There are no goats. That is why you have all these beautiful flowers." "There were goats, in your village?" "Yes, and they ate all the flowers." "I'm sorry." "Do not be sorry. We ate all the goats.

Alistair smiled. 'How long this war has been.' 'I'll say. One hardly remembers how we lived before. Lightly - not worrying much.' 'Do you suppose we shall ever live that way again?' 'Oh, who knows? Given sufficient champagne and ether.' 'Maybe if we stay drunk to the end of our days we shan't remember.

You will laugh at me-silly village girl-for staring at an ice cube like this. You will laugh, but this was the first time I had seen water made solid. It was beautiful-because if this could be done, then perhaps it could be done to everything else that was always escaping and running away and vanishing into sand or mist.

I want to be a journalist again. I want to make a difference in the world.

Todo mundo tem uma opinião, não é mesmo? Talvez seja isso o que está errado com este país.

All you've seen is trouble, so you think trouble is all you're going to get.

Perhaps it was true, thought Alistair, that Septembers would come again. People would love the crisp cool of the mornings, and it would not remind them of the week war was declared....Alistair let the idea grow: that when the war's heat was spent, the last remaining pilots would ditch their last bombs into the sea and land their planes on cratered airfields that would slowly give way to brambles. That pilots would take off their jackets and ties, and pick fruit.

and you start wondering whether that badness you've seen in yourself is really all that bad at all..." "Maybe that's just developing as a person, Sarah" I sighed, and look out at Little Bee "Well" I said. "Maybe this is a developing world.

The past is never there when you try to go back. It exists, but only in memory. To pretend otherwise is to invite a mess.