Quotes About Change

It feels as if my life is moving forward at two separate speeds, one at the usual pace, with its predictable rhythms and familiar inhabitants, and the other rushing ahead, a blur of color and sound and sensation. It's clear to me now that for twenty years I have gone through the motions of each day like a dumb animal, neither daring to hope for a different kind of life nor even knowing enough to desire one.

How did I go from being the maiden in a fairy tale to a wretched old maids so quickly? It happened almost without my realizing it...

I read once that the act of observing changes the nature of what is observed.

Se siente como un payaso de circo que se despierta una mañana y ya no quiere colocarse la nariz de goma roja.

FLOWERS FADE, FREEZE in an early frost, wither on the vine. Trees burst into flame and burn themselves out. Leaves crumble to ash.

I learned long ago that loss is not only probable but inevitable.

You can live for a long time inside the shell you were born in. But one day it'll become too small." "Then

It's clear to me now that for twenty years I have gone through the motions of each day like a dumb animal, neither daring to hope for a different kind of life nor even knowing enough to desire one.

She felt her fear unspooling like a tight fist opening. It was as if she'd been standing on a precipice and suddenly tipped forward. There was no point in feeling afraid. She was already falling, falling through the air, and her future, whatever it held, was rushing up to meet her.

Thinking about all of this, I feel a sudden rush of anticipation, an abstract yearning. Unfamiliar as it is, I do remember it. I experienced this feeling as a little girl the night before Christmas, and later when I was applying to college, and even later when I moved to New York. It's a longing for things to come, possibilities unfolding before me, the charged expectation of change.

I am halfway between two worlds, the known and the unknown. I feel as transparent as the wind, as if my spirit is hovering in the sky, waiting to land. I am driving toward a future I can't see, leaving behind a past that already feels distant. Nothing is clear - and yet the trees are sharp against the sky; I can see the hard outlines of everything.

And even if she loses the charms, she thinks, they'll always be a part of her. The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin.

Now Molly takes the knife and pokes it through the tape of the box Vivian has chosen: 1929–1930. Vivian, sitting on a wooden chest, waits patiently. After opening the flaps, Molly lifts out a mustard-colored coat, and Vivian scowls. "Mercy sake," she says. "I can't believe I saved that coat. I always hated it.

What do you choose to take with you? What did you leave behind? What insights did you gain?

out and folding it against

made it through this year because I had to, because I had no options. But now that I've experienced comfort and safety, how can I go back? These thoughts take me to the edge of despair, so I will myself—I force myself—not to have them.

Al trasladarse de un río a otro, los wabanakis tenían que acarrear sus canoas y el resto de sus posesiones. Todos conocían el valor de viajar ligero y comprendían que ello requería dejar atrás algunas cosas. El miedo, con frecuencia la carga más difícil de abandonar, era lo que más entorpecía el movimiento. BUNNY MCBRIDE, Women of the Dawn

I shrank back, my face flaming as if I'd been struck. And in that moment something changed. I didn't trust her anymore. When she cried, I felt numb. After that, she called me heartless, unfeeling. And maybe I was. A

Maybe all of us could live several lives, giving some things up and gaining others, assembling different versions of contentment.

The questions on the assignment sheet are: What did you choose to bring with you to the next place? What did you leave behind? What insights did you gain about what's important? Molly's kind of into the idea of the project, but she doesn't want to interview Ralph or—God forbid—Dina.

No, I am Dorothy now.

My own awakening feels as momentous. I too am blanketed, my harsh edges obscured and transformed.

neighborhood, the place I left each

She feels like a circus clown who wakes up one morning and no longer wants to glue on the red rubber nose.