Quotes About Change

algo está cambiando: la rebelión de niños y niñas está frente a nuestra mirada y resulta urgente escucharlos, acompañarlos a narrar sus historias de vida y mostrarles que hay millones de personas adultas dispuestas a salvarlos del destino manifiesto del machismo destructor.

The Busy Road" I am so used to it by now that when the traffic falls silent, I think a storm is coming.

But at the time I had that strange confidence, born of watching a good movie, that I could be something different from what I was...

Not a man of habits, though he wished to be

I said I would write one letter every day after the mail came. But I did not do that for long. I did not answer most of the letters that came to me. I would plan to walk south in the early part of the afternoon, so as to get a little sun on my face. But I did not do that for long. Although I liked the idea of a rigid order, and seemed to believe that a thing would have more value if it was part of an order, I quickly became tired of the order.

As long as everything stayed the same, it seemed possible for him to come back. As long as everything was the way he had left it, his place was open for him. But if things changed beyond a certain point, his place in my life began to close, he could not reenter it, or if he did, he would have to enter in a new way.

Maybe for now I should try, each day, to be a little less than I usually am.

Today I am feeling that chronological order is not a good thing, even if it is easier, and that I should break it up. Is it that when these events are in chronological order they are not propelled forward by cause and effect, by need and satisfaction, they do not spring ahead with their own energy but are simply dragged forward by the passage of time?

She eats her potatoes as though she would make a revolution among them, as though they were the People.

I have never associated myself with such an unexpected part of the body as the thyroid, so it feels as though my body is suddenly strange to me, or I am strange to myself.

Was I, in fact, afraid of the present age, and was I even glad, rather than merely surprised, that the glaciers might return?

The snow on their faces is so white that how the white patches on their faces, which once looked so white against their black, are a shade of yellow.

The first New Year after they died felt like another betrayal--we were leaving behind the last year in which they had lived, a year they had known, and starting on a year that they would never experience.

The article ends, however, with a cautionary emendation of the opening statement about affection: nowadays many people make love, it says, who do not love each other, or even have any affection for each other, and whether or not this is a good thing we do not yet know.

Like a tropical storm, I, too, may one day become 'better organized.

I am happy the leaves are growing large so quickly. Soon they will hide the neighbor and her screaming child.

Woman stock is rising in the market. I shall not live to see women vote, but I'll come and rap at the ballot box.

E vendo que a libélula enveredava por entre os juncos, ficou pensando que mais importante do que nascer é ressuscitar.

Via agora que jamais poderia se libertar das suas antigas faces, impossível negá-las porque tinha qualquer coisa de comum que permanecia no fundo de cada uma delas, qualquer coisa que era como uma misteriosa unidade ligando umas às outras, sucessivamente, até chegar à face atual.

Para aliviar a tensão fiz uma pergunta, minha ignorância real ou fingida sempre serviu para desviar as discussões que se armavam entre papai e mamãe na hora das refeições, acho a mesa o local preferido para um casal deixar bem claro que o amor acabou e em lugar dele ficou outra coisa. Mais tarde descobri que a cama é um lugar melhor ainda para esse tipo de definições.

Um dia qualquer, no meio de um pensamento, de uma palavra, você descobrirá de repente esta coisa extraordinária: cresci! O que não vai impedir que o caso ou Deus, dê a isto o nome que quiser, de vez em quando a governe como uma casca de noz no meio do mar. Mas reagirá de modo diferente, está compreendendo?

Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colours to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish.

Time never works. It eats, and undermines, and rots, and rusts, and destroys. But it never works. It only gives us an opportunity to work.

This is what evolution means--ordered progress; development from poorer to richer, from lower to higher, from less to greater--progress. In the material universe, progress to higher forms; in the moral universe, progress to higher life.