Quotes About Change

past travels with you. It's whether you run from it or learn from it that makes all the difference.

No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment. "Before we were yours

The storms come and it's water and wind as far as the eye can see for a bit. But winds calm and the waters drain. We find our feet again, and the ground under us sprouts a new crop of seed. That is always the way of it. I don't suppose this storm will be any different.

Sometimes life moves so fast, the road splits in an instant, and you only have a heartbeat to decide which way to turn.

I hold Huckleberry Finn real tight against my chest and start across the yard. Now we can leave this place behind anytime we want. All we gotta do is join up with Huckleberry Finn. There's room on his raft for all five of us, I'll bet. Maybe we'll find the Arcadia out there somewhere. Even though I have to head back to Mrs. Murphy's house, it feels like a whole new place. Now it's got a river in it. That

Beyond that, I want them to see that there is no faster way to change your circumstance than to open a great book.

A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things." I'm struck by the profoundness

Along our journey, people and events flow into us, and we are created of everywhere and everyone we have passed. Each event, each person, changes us in some way. Even in times of drought we are still moving and growing, but it is during seasons of rain that we expand the most-when water flows from all directions, sweeping at terrifying speed, chasing against rocks, spilling over boundaries. These are painful times, but they enable us to carry burdens we could never have thought possible.

Maybe there came a point in

You'll make a lot of excuses for yourself while you're letting your life tumble down a well. It's not until you hit bottom that you see what a deep hole you're in.

But growing up is never that easy, no matter what age you are.

It's funny how from seventeen to seventy can be the blink of an eye, all of a sudden.

We have to play by different rules.

By taking me back, Arney brought me forward. I told her that in my reply.

T]here is no faster way to change your circumstance than to open a great book.

funny how what you're used to seems like it's right even if it's bad.

Here's the thing. If you keep looking backward, all the obstacles you think are behind you are actually still ahead of you. If you're bumping across the same things over and over, it's a

No doubt they will." May turns to me with purpose, stretches intimately close as if she plans to impart a secret. "A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things.

I've finally come to fully understand that you can't fix another person. You can't fix the past. You can only change your way of reacting to it. You have to wait for other people to fix themselves.

No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment. I

World don't turn backward. Turns forward. Future belongs to the man that faces hisself straight on.

chance on foreign territory.

Perhaps this rebirth from one thing to another happens repeatedly in a lifetime. Maybe life is a series of little deaths and rebirths, of passages and rites of passage, of God teaching you to stop clinging to one thing so you can reach for another. A death grip doesn't reach very well.

A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things.