Quotes About Change

Success is never final.

I saw them before you were born. I came here first in 1900. [Reporter: "Do they look the same?"] Well, the principle seems the same. The water still keeps falling over. 1943, NIAGARA FALLS.

Past experience carries with its advantages the drawback that things never happen the same way again.

as the acorn is nourished by the dead leaves of the oak, the hope strengthens that the rise and fall of men and their movements are only the changing foliage of the ever-growing tree of life

kill not only men, but ideas.

The destruction of German military power had brought with it a fundamental change in the relations between Communist Russia and the Western democracies. They had lost their common enemy, which was almost their sole bond of union. Henceforward Russian imperialism and the Communist creed saw and set no bounds to their progress and ultimate dominion, and more than two years were to pass before they were confronted again with an equal will-power.

We have had nothing else but wars since democracy took charge.

Ten years is a long time in this fugitive world.

The veils of the future are lifted one by one, and mortals must act from day to day.

if it was not passed, the docks, which already have become obsolescent, will have to be allowed to obsolesce into obsoleteness.

Burke's dictum, "If I cannot have reform without injustice, I will not have reform.

To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. THIS HOLE IN MY HEART IS IN THE SHAPE OF YOU AND NO-ONE ELSE CAN FIT IN. WHY WOULD I WANT THEM TO?

I don't reproach the spring for starting up again. I can't blame it for doing what it must year after year. I know that my grief will not stop the green.

We treat each other with exceeding courtesy; we says, it's great to see you after all these years. Our tigers drink milk. Our hawks tread the ground. Our sharks have all drowned. Our wolves yawn beyond the open cage. Our snakes have shed their lightning, our apes their flights of fancy, our peacocks have renounced their plumes. The bats flew out of our hair long ago. We fall silent in mid-sentence, all smiles, past help. Our humans don't know how to talk to one another.

So how do you suddenly lose the habit of yourself? of day follows night? of the snows of yesteryear? of rosy apples? of the yearning for love, which is never enough? from "Moment of Silence

Every menu is an obituary.

Me parece que solo será a partir de la próxima generación cuando caminar se convierta en algo vanguardista.

How many, after a shorter or longer life (if they still see a difference), good, because it's beginning, bad, because it's over (if they don't prefer the reverse)

Eso de fotogénico tiene poco, y requiere años. Todas las cámaras se han ido ya a otra guerra.

In prose... at any moment the door will open, someone will enter, something will happen. In poetry, the description itself must happen.

Why do we treat the fleeting day with so much needless fear and sorrow? It's in its nature not to stay: Today is always gone tomorrow.

Die - you can't do that to a cat... Something doesn't start at its usual time. Something doesn't happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Soñamos, ¡pero tan negligentemente, tan a la ligera! «Quiero ser un pájaro», dice este o aquel. Pero si el sumiso destino lo convirtiese en un pavo, se sentiría desencantado.

Sometimes life has a habit of flooding over you and rushing you along in its overwhelming tide.