Quotes About Change

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. So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

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.' Sofia nodded. 'Funny how we say it goes. That's just the way life goes.' 'That's the way life comes just sounds so awkward.' 'Well, sometimes you can see the future come, no?

embracing the wind.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself- I know I am myself- but I am also someone else

I never want to stay. I'm always ready to leave.

once time is lit, it twill burn whether or not you're breathing it in. even after smoke becomes air there is the memory of smoke

En una primera cita buena, todo es primavera. Y cuando una de esas citas se convierte en una relación, la primavera continúa. Incluso cuando todo ya se ha acabado, puede seguir siendo primavera.

School is school- she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

We think that time is the only thing that passes, but it also changes our relationship to places.

It's hard to remember someone when you don't know what they look like. Because A changes from day to day, it's impossible to choose a memory and have it mean more than that single day. No matter how I picture A, it's not going to be what A looks like now. I remember A as a boy and as a girl, as tall and short, skin and hair all different colors. A blur. But the blur takes the shape of how A made me feel, and that may be the most accurate shape of all.

flux, kb. perubahan yang terus-menerus. Situasi alami. Suasana hati kita berubah. Kehidupan kita berubah. Perasaan kita terhadap satu sama lain berubah. Perilaku kita berubah. Lagunya berubah. Udaranya berubah. Temperatur air pancuran berubah. Terimalah. Kita harus menerimanya.

I spent all this time building a relationship. Then one night I left the window open, and it started to rust.

The phoenix calls to me. It looks me in the eye and knows who I am. It knows that we each can be more than just one thing. It knows that we live in a perpetual state of beginning and a perpetual state of ending. I would wear that on my skin were I ever given skin of my own. I would let it send its wordless message to everyone I meet, as a way for them to get to know me a little more, to understand my flight path a little better

And this is what happened. We both took it as an opportunity to peel the wallpaper from our lives. The only thing I kept out were the photographs of my friends and family, placed on a wall with photographs of your friends and (less so) family on the other end, as if they were meeting for the first time, still too shy or wary to mingle.

You hear the phrase all the time: a brush with death. What they don't tell you is that the brush has paint on it. And once it touches you, you can't get it off. Not even if you change bodies. Because it's not the body that's been brushed - it's the mind -X

Let all the dreamers wake the nation.

But the more I live with it, and the more I live in general, the more I realize: We all have days that could alter the course of our lives. Not each and every day, maybe. But a lot of them. Most of them.

Como si cuando muriera alguien muy cercano a nosotros intercambiásemos los lugares. Y cuando lo superáramos, en realidad, estuviéramos viviendo su vida pero al revés: desde la muerte a la vida; desde la enfermedad a la salud

wenn etwas zerbricht, dann ist es nicht das zerbrechen, was verhindert, dass sich alles wieder fügt. es liegt daran, dass ein stück verloren gegangen ist, und sei es auch noch so winzig - die beiden verbliebenen stücke passen einfach nicht mehr zueinander, egal was man versucht. die gesamte struktur hat sich verändert.

Wierz?, ?e du?e zmiany w ?yciu przychodz? niezauwa?one; nie spodziewamy si? ich nawet na chwil? przed.

This is what love does. It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot.

The good old days needed a lot of improvement. People aren't the only things that get better with age.

His mother's expression softens. "Do you need anything?" she asks. For a moment, Craig's heart feels entirely porous. Not because his mother has asked such a monumental question, but because it's such an ordinary one. This is the mother he knows. Do you need anything? As if she were running to Walgreens or the grocery store. As if nothing has changed.