Quotes About Change

Comprendí, mi cuerpo comprendió, que nunca perderé todo y que si gano, no ganaré nunca sin perder".

We hold the future still timidly, but perceive it for the first time as a function of our own action.

Today is the slowest rate of technological change you'll ever experience for the rest of your life." - Shelley Palmer

I think sometimes fate cuts you a break. Like it says, okay, you've had enough of that crap, so it's time you fell into something nice. See what you make out of it.

Now who are you? Who have you left behind in the kitchen? What befell you Over There to give you that God-awful twitch? Are you here to try to crawl back into the skin you had before they pushed you through the mincer?

Hell's different things to different people and different things to the same person at different times.

Ah, those days... for many years afterwards their happiness haunted me. Sometimes, listening to music, I drift back and nothing has changed. The long end of summer. Day after day of warm weather, voices calling as night came on and lighted windows pricked the darkness and, at day-break, the murmur of corn and the warm smell of fields ripe for harvest. And being young.

We can ask and ask but we can't have again what once seemed ours for ever - the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touche of a hand, a loved face. They've gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass.

If I'd stayed there, would I always have been happy? No, I suppose not. People move away, grow older, die, and the bright belief that there will be another marvelous thing around each corner fades. It is now or never; we must snatch at happiness as it flies.

The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late.

Novel-writing can be a cold-blooded business. One uses whatever happens to be lying around in memory and employs it to suit one's end….Then, again, during the months whilst one is writing about the past, a story is colored by what presently is happening to its writer. So, imperceptibly, the tone of voice changes, original intentions slip away. And I found myself looking through another window at a darker landscape inhabited by neither the present nor the past.

The useless men are those who never change with the years.

To the last we have learned nothing. In all of us, deep down, there seems to be something granite and unteachable. No one truly believes, despite the hysteria in the streets that the world of tranquil certainties we were born into is about to be extinguished.

It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be hard as hard can be grows harder yet.

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can't be denied. It's beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there's no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed.

Go for it, while you can. I know you have it in you. And I can't promise you'll get everything you want, but I can promise nothing will change if you don't try.

En vérité, c'est si difficile d'entrer dans le monde adulte quand toutes les routes conduisent aux mêmes frontières, quand le ciel est si lointain, que les arbres n'ont plus d'yeux et que les majestueuses rivières sont recouvertes de plaques de ciment gris, que les animaux ne parlent plus et que les hommes eux-mêmes ont perdu leurs signes.»

1. In our scientifically oriented culture, traditional understandings of morality and related notions are considered passé.

3. Secular ideas have replaced the traditional view.

Life at any time can become difficult: life at any time can become easy. It all depends upon how one adjusts oneself to life.

Bess and I had a talk. January 1919. Everything flowed from that talk, that moment. Everything. Look back on your life and see if you can pinpoint the moment when everything changed. If you can't? That means you haven't had your momemt yet, and you better hold on to your ass, it's coming.

Todos éramos expertos en idealizar lugares, y tras el 11 de septiembre sólo nos quedaba un sitio que idealizar, un sitio que nunca podría desilusionarnos: el pasado.

I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.

Who knows if, upon reaching the age of twenty, I may find something there that will change my life? The night is promising and life is an unexpected guest.