Quotes About Change

But intentions could be like cloud animals in the sky, so clear for a while, then shifting, then fading, then gone.

I lay on the straw matting, thinking about how much I'd hated Albert when I believed that he'd toadied out on us. And I thought about how much I loved him right at that moment, though I would never have told him so.

With every turn of the river since I'd left Lincoln School, the world had become broader, its mysteries more complex, its possibilities infinite.

everything he was looking at was about to change. Change was the destiny of all things, living or not. The best anyone could hope for was to have strong hand in shaping what came next.

The snowmobiles were out in force on Iron Lake, zipping about the ice like ants frenzying on a frosted cake. In summer it was motorboats and Jet Skis and sailboats. No matter what the season the lake had little peace.

You can keep company with despair, or you can choose a different companion.

He thought often these days of the words that ended the traditional marriage ceremony of the Anishinaabeg. You will share the same fire. You will hang your garments together. You will help one another. You will walk the same trail. You will look after one another. Be kind to one another. Be kind to your children. He hadn't always been careful to abide by these simple instructions. But a man could change

The culture of the Old West, if it ever really did exist, had been tamed and replaced by the uniformity of the Walmart–strip mall–McDonald's homogenizing of America. It was happening in Minnesota, too. Hell, it was happening everywhere in the world.

It began to feel to me as if what had been broken was coming together again, but I knew it would never be exactly the same.

At seventeen, I knew: my entire childhood had been just a prelude to this girl. I had never felt anything like it, and still haven't. I felt changed by her, physically. I became a different person, myself, the person I am now. And everything that came after-my family, my home, our entire life together-was a gift she gave me.

It was as if there was a place called After, and if I could just push my family across to that shore, then everything would be all right. There would be time for all these "soft" problems in the land of After.

At some point as adults we cease to be our parents' children and we become our children's parents instead.

The iPod was a leak. It was a danger. I brought it down to the basement and laid it on my little worktable, glass side up, and I got a hammer and smashed it.

And we would always be shaped by the experience, in ways we could not guess at the time.

Do not regret the passing of the camel and the caravan. The Sahara has changed, but it remains a desert without compromise, the world in its extreme. There is no place as dry and hot and hostile.

Do not regret the passing if the camel and the caravan. The Sahara has changed, but it remains a desert without compromise, the world in its extreme. There is no place as dry and hot and hostile.

We were, all of us, prisoners of our character, unable to alter our true inner natures. When we said we had changed, what had only really changed was our luck. Put us in the same circumstances as our previous folly and suddenly we'd revert, all of us, to what we were. That's what I believed

More than anything in this world, I wish I had been born rich. It would have made up for everything. I'd still be ugly, sure, but I'd be rich and ugly. I'd still be weak and dim and tongue-tied with women, but I'd be rich enough for them not to care. I'd no longer be a social misfit, I'd be eccentric. And most of all, I'd no longer be what I was, I'd be something different.

My great fear in this life didn't have a name that I knew of. I was afraid of remaining exactly who I was, and that phobia instilled a shiver of fear into every one of my days. Something as simple as a fear of cats would have been a blessing.

There is a sense of culture-shock in picking up this volume: we encounter the familiar stories, but in a novel garb.

There is no standing still, Life goes on, and is always bringing forth its Realities, which Way soever it goeth.

We often charge Men, both in Church and State, with changing their Principles; but the Charge is too hasty; for no Man ever did, or can change his Principles, but by a Birth from above.

The success of any great moral enterprise does not depend upon numbers.

William Loren Katz