Quotes About Change

his beautiful body lost to bones and gray ash.

True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

Teti: "Non sono riuscita a far di lui un dio" Patroclo: "Ma hai fatto lui

I'm always this colour,' I said. 'Because I used to be made of stone'.

Diría que algunas personas son como las constelaciones, que solo tocan la Tierra durante una Temporada

No passado, já pensei que os deuses eram o contrário da morte, mas agora vejo que estão mais mortos que tudo, pois são imutáveis e não conseguem segurar nada nas mãos.

Losses are not retrievable. They are not setbacks. In the blankness left, perhaps other things come, a new thing, a different shape for the last thing's recollection.

Raising kids makes most people, including me, grow up at least a little.

No matter who you are, no matter what you did, no matter where you've come from, you can always change, become a better version of yourself.

In the blink of an eye everything can change! Why waste time??

I wouldn't have turned out the way I was if I didn't have all those old-fashioned values to rebel against.

Things were a lot simpler in Detroit. I didn't care about anything but boyfriends.

You're never too old to become younger.

All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

You are never too old to become younger!

Don't marry a man to reform him - that's what reform schools are for.

I don't have ugly ducklings turning into swans in my stories. I have ugly ducklings turning into confident ducks.

He thought about how life never turns out like you think and hope it will.

Next winter and next winter and next winter. In the mind they passed all slowly, like clouds across a summer sky, but a sudden call or turn of the head and they disappeared in a rush, shuttling quickly one after the last till nothing was left but a strangeness in the mind, a drop of thought that trembled and was gone, perhaps.

I find that a decision to do something leaves me free, while a decision not to do something only leaves me surrounded with undone things and endless, exasperating chances of changing my mind.

All we have to face in the future is what has happened in the past. It is unbearable.

Then there is my current reality, the smells that are constants in my life: lemon slices and fresh ginger, the sharp tannin and milky contrast of builder's tea, and the slightly sickly green scent of freshly cut flower stems. And not forgetting the classic ingredients of the chypre base of so many of my favorite perfumes- bergamot, oakmoss, patchouli and labdanum (rock rose)- which I'm finding so reassuring in this time of transition.

Obviously, it's a huge deal when your little girl starts to turn into a woman, but the change has a gentle fluidity, so it seems to happen like time-lapse photography of a flower blooming.