Quotes About Change

She's in tenth grade,' he said. 'I hear she's been homeschooled till now.' Maybe that explains it,' I said.

I'm disappearing, Leo. Like Dootsie's trick, except this is real. Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.

Hari ini memanggil-manggilmu, mencoba mendapatkan perhatianmu, tapi kau terpaku pada hari esok dan hari ini pun berlalu tetes demi tetes seperti air di dalam talang.

Every day brings a new memory of something we did a year ago. A parade of unhappy anniversaries.

The pure whiteness, dazzling in the sun, was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Who was I to spoil it? Snow falls. Earth says: Here's a gift for you. And what do we do? We shovel it. Blow it. Scrape it. Plow it. Get it out of our way. We push it to our fringes. Is there anything uglier or sadder than a ten-day-old snow dump? It's not even snow anymore. It's slush.

The horizontal world I had thought I occupied was tilting, dumping me somewhere else, somewhere new.

That was fifteen years ago. Fifteen Valentine's Days.

Strange territory for me: the after-snap. I still feel myself vibrating. Humming.

The protons are dead, nothing will ever be the same

It was a rebellion she led, a rebellion for rather than against.

Let's promise to each other that if we ever meet again we will never plow and push our new-fallen snow. We will not become slush. We will stay like this field and melt away together only in the sun's good time.

in the book i'm reading (The Principal) the main chareter best friend has to go to a differnt school. I can picture them waiting at the bus stop together crying.

I'm not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn, I outgrow it, I change it.

In their beaks they pinched the edges of the town, plucked it up and flew away with it

Next thing he knew he was yanked out of bed and onto his feet. "Come on," whispered Beans, "we got somewhere to go." It did not occur to Palmer not to go along. Once the shock wore off, he realized what an honor had been granted him. Imagine: A month ago these guys ignored him except to tease him; now they snuck into his house and climbed into bed with him. Palmer LaRue. Amazing!

Easier to rearrange the stars than a father's mind.

Sometimes life goes its own way and drags you along.

I can't believe it. Summer's almost over. Summer has a funnel shape. It seems real wide at first and deep. Slow. Like it will last forever. You just float on top of it.

Same old across-the-street Dorothy he had known all his life. And yet, somehow, not the same old Dorothy. Though she looked the same as always, Palmer had been seeing something else in her lately. Whatever it was, it registered not in his eyes but in his feelings, and was most clearly known to him by its absence in the company of anyone but her. It made him feel floating.

War became less about machine-gun chatter and spectacular explosions and more about people.

Life can be lived as a temporary arrangement. Life is a temporary arrangement! But the longer you go without changing, the more obscure the likelihood you ever will. After enough time passes, the idea of another way of life grows even more misty.

In this colored world of television, gardening was the white cane of a blind man. By changing the channel he could change himself.

We welcome the inevitable seasons of nature, yet we are upset by the seasons of our economy! How

The thought that he might have to leave did not upset him; he knew that eventually he would have to go but that, as on TV, what would follow next was hidden; he knew the actors on the new program were unknown. He did not have to be afraid, for everything that happened had its sequel, and the best that he could do was to wait patiently for his own forthcoming appearance.