Quotes About Change

Life is like that. Destruction precedes emergence of something better. Destruction is not bad. It only feels that way.

Changing my own actions may not change the world, but it's a start.

The funerary banquet celebrates a life, often well lived, and the victory is in overcoming and accepting the change that death brings; honoring a loved one at death becomes victorious because it renews the living.

After the first death there is no other.' - Elizabeth Barrett Browning The first death changes everything, and all deaths afterward bring us back to the first death.

Buying a house is right up there with the holy trinity of death, divorce, and public speaking.

She's a dog warden now, recently vacated from her life as a psychologist. Some sort of career move.

The first death changes everything, and all deaths afterward bring us back to the first death.

After the first death there is no other.' Do

People parted, years passed, they met again- and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.

I'll tell you this. Leaving that which you love breaks your heart open. But you will find a jewel inside, and this precious jewel is the opening of your heart to all that is new and all that is different, and it will be the making of you-if you allow it to be.

Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to think hopefully of the future.

Maybe this was our last summer as best friends. I feel like something's going to change now and I'm not going to be able to change it back. —Margaret

He wondered where that stuff went to, where love went to, how a person could just love somebody one day and boom –- the next day love somebody else.

This is how the time moves - an hour here, a day somewhere, and then it's night and then it's morning. A clock ticking on a shelf. A small child running to school, a father coming home. Time moves over us and past us, and the feeling of lips pressed against lips fades into memory. A picture yellows at its edges. A phone rings in an empty room.

Everyone else has gone away. And now coming back home isn't really coming back home at all.

Love changes and changes. Then it changes again. . .

Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something's gotta go and happen.

Someday somebody's going to come along and knock this old fence down.

I love that people think the world is even halfway ready for what we about to bring.

Back then, we still all believed in happy endings. None of us knew yet how many endings and beginnings one story could have.

In your life, if you're lucky enough, you are born during a moment in time when the world is ready for the change you're bringing.

It seemed like someone was always leaving someone, like that's the way the world worked—people were born and people died, people left and people came. It was like the world was saying you can't have everything you want at the same time.

what is bad won't be bad forever, and what is good can sometimes last a long, long time.

Life...moves us through all the time changes. All kinds of changes. And we're made so that we roll and move with it. Sometimes somebody gets stuck in the present and the rolling stops—but the changing doesn't.