Quotes About Change

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just once glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said what's the hurry? you asked my name and I almost forgot

It's a goodbye to some things, and hello to others -A

once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in

It's never the same city. Your city isn't even the same as my city, I bet.

I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.

transient, adj. In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office, this desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that I will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

Are you two inseparable now? I asked you. You laughed. Don't you know, Evan? People are always separable. I wanted to say I had once thought the two of us were inseparable. But that would have only proven your point.

I WILL BE A BETTER PERSON. I know it's hard to believe. From me. From the bitch who got pummeled with an orange tray. But I knew - I hadn't become the worst kind of person yeat. I had to believe that. [...] Being a bitch is easy. It's finding the alternative that's hard.

i do not eat breakfast. i never eat breakfast. I haven't eaten breakfast since I was able to walk out the back door without eating breakfast first.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. No matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you -Rhiannon

you live each day one at a time you live every day all at once you live with the possibility of good-bye you move on.

We pencil sketch our past lives so we can compare it to the Technicolor of the moment.

I guess I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider.

He doesn't want to step out of the present, this present. Because once he does, there will be college applications and college acceptances (just one will do) and the last of everything (last class, last party, last night, last day, last goodbye), and then the world will change forever and he will go to college and eventually become an adult. That is not what he wants. He does not want those complications, that change. Not now.

x, n. Doesn't it strike you as strange that we have a letter in the alphabet that nobody uses? It represents one-twenty-sixth of the possibility of our language, and we let it languish. If you and I really, truly wanted to change the world, we'd invent more words that started with x.

You're on your own … until you're not.

I do believe that most of the time your life changes, you don't realise in the moment that it's on the cusp of being altered.

But once upon a time - that would be our time - a telephone cord seemed like nothing less than a lifeline. It was your attachment to the outside world and, even more than that, your attachment to the people you loved, or wanted to love, or tried to love. Everything about it was fitting - the way it curled in on itself, the way it got so easily tangled, the way you could pull it only so far before it kept you in place. Twisted and knotted and essential.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop. What was the next line? What did I say to you then? I probably changed the subject, and the new subject wasn't worth remembering.

So even though it doesn't seem like anything's changed- things change all the time, mostly in little ways. That's how it goes, I guess.

So this is goodbye? It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

Being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them...but it can also mean you're trapped.[...] There are many things that can keep you in a relationship.[...] Fear of being alone. Fear of disrupting the arrangement of your life. A decision to settle for something that's okay, because you don't know if you can get any better. Or maybe there's the irrational belief that it will get better, even if you know he won't change.

I love being with you and Joni and the rest of the group. I love being a part of that. But I can never really enjoy it, because I know that at the end, I'll be back here. Sometimes I can forget, and when I can forget, it's bliss. But this past week has been hell. It's like I've been pushed back into the shape of this person I used to be. And I don't fit into the old shape anymore. I don't fit.

If we go through this thing and it changes us so much, you have to hope that it changes us for the better, right? If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.