Quotes About Change

Bu akÅŸam, birdenbire kendimi biraz zavall? hissettim. Sonra geçti.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings.

Si, sono contenta che tu sia rimasto lo stesso. Se t'avessero spostato, ridipinto, piantato sul margine d'un'altra strada, non avrei avuto più nulla di fisso per orientarmi. Tu mi sei indispensabile: io cambio; tu, è inteso che resti immutabile ed io misuro i miei cambiamenti in rapporto a te.

Ce qu'il y a, c'est que je pense très rarement; alors une foule de petites métamorphoses s'accumulent en moi sans que j'y prenne garde et puis, un beau jour, il se produit une véritable révolution. C'est ce qui a donné à ma vie cet aspect heurté, incohérent.

La peur, c'était bon avant, quand nous gardions de l'espoir.

Nommer c'est montrer et [...] montrer c'est changer.

people talk a lot about this famous passing of time, but you scarcely see it. You see a woman, you think that one day she will be old, only you don't SEE her grow old. But there are moments when you think you SEE her growing old and you feel yourself growing old with her: that is the feeling of adventure.

É verdade que se pode tentar recomeçar a vida? - insiste o rapaz. Pierre e Éve entreolharam-se hesitantes e sorriem com simpatia aos jovens. - Experimentem - aconselha Pierre.

Nothing has changed and yet everything exists in a different way. I can't describe it; it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure is happening to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here: it is I who am piercing the darkness, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?   Dr. Seuss

Every contact leaves a trace.Everyhting and everyone we touch is changed in some way.But the changes,they are never what we anticipate.

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

If I ever have to see something like that again, he told us, I will retire and raise dachshunds.

You can use my phone, if you'll pay the roaming charges," I said. "I need a land line," he said "A pay phone." "You're out of touch with the times," I said. "A pay phone might be a little hard to find. Nobody uses them anymore.

He had an AM radio playing a conservative talk show. The host was making some very interesting statements about the president. I don't usually pay much attention to politics, but from what the man said, I had to believe that sometime in the recent past the laws regarding sedition must have changed.

We all make rules for ourselves. It's these rules that help define who we are. So when we break those rules, we risk losing ourselves and becoming something unknown. Who is Deb now? Who am I? Is this a new beginning? Or the beginning of the end?

Who was I if I was no longer me?

HERNANDO MEZA LIVED IN A SECTION OF CORAL Gables that was nice, but not too nice, and so, protected by its own mediocrity, it hadn't changed much over the last twenty years, unlike most of the rest of Miami.

Cody finally came out and sat next to me, and the two of us waited in silent camaraderie and watched as Rita and Astor changed shoes, shirts, shorts, hair scrunchies, and hats, fighting every step of the way. By the time they were finally ready, I was so exhausted just from watching them that I wasn't sure I could lift a paintbrush. But somehow, we all got into the car, and I drove us over to the new house.

There was no deadly serpent hidden in my desk drawer, no assegais hurtling at my neck from a passing car, nothing. Even Deborah and her blistering arm punches were taking a holiday. I saw her and even spoke to her, of course. Her arm was still in a cast, and I would have expected her to call on me quite often for help, but she did not. Duarte was apparently picking up the slack, and Debs seemed content to live on a much lower dose of Dexter. So

I could have told her that I was quite convinced, and that she would be, too, if she talked to Samantha for five minutes. But when Deborah makes up her mind, it takes a written order from the police commissioner to change it, and I didn't think there was one in the works.

So I sat for a few more minutes, trying to think, and realizing only that I was still not as good at it as I used to be. Maybe I never really was. I'd probably just been stumbling along wrapped in a cloud of ignorant luck, unaware that there was a huge storm of Retribution trailing along behind me. It had caught up to me at last, and I wasn't going to think myself out of it.

I watched him go for a second, marveling that such a truly awkward performance came so easily to such an apparently perfect man. It was so odd that for a moment I thought it had to be deliberate—perhaps a way to change the subject? Could he really be that uncomfortable talking about his affluent ways? Or was he hiding something even more nefarious than wealth?

By the time I went to sleep tonight, Crowley would have gone the way of the dodo and the balanced budget.