Quotes About Change

Art is either plagiarism or revolution.

Destruction is also creation.

La vie à la fin n'est qu'une habitude qu'il faut perdre après toutes les autres.

I am a member of the Societe Meteorologique de France and of the American Meteorological Society. As a Professor of Climatology, my employer is the French Republic, which has adopted the official religion of 'climate change', to which I do not adhere. I am not beholden to any 'slush fund'. and my Laboratoire de Climatologie, Risques, Environnement (LORE),

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

The real voyage of discovery consists of not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself

The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the course of our life things of which we have never had any suspicion.

Things don't change, but by and by our wishes change.

The opinions we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.

The thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.

One cannot change, that is to say become a different person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one has ceased to be.

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.

Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand.

I felt myself still reliving a past which was no longer anything more than the history of another person;

People claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.

The reality that I had known no longer existed. The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; remembrance of a particular form is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.

For although we know that the years pass, that youth gives way to old age, that fortunes and thrones crumble (even the most solid among them) and that fame is transitory, the manner in which—by means of a sort of snapshot—we take cognisance of this moving universe whirled along by Time, has the contrary effect of immobilising it.

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.