Quotes About Change

When the first innocence goes, you can't stop—unless you're a hypocrite or a fool.

Lanser had been in Belgium and France twenty years before and he tried not to think what he knew—that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

Ä°nsan bazen o kadar kendi d???nda davran?r ki, size '' Bunu yapm?? olamaz. Karakterine ayk?r?, dedirtir. Belki de deÄŸildir. Yaln?zca baÅŸka bir aç? söz konusu olabilir veya yukar?dan aÅŸa??dan gelen bask?lar kiÅŸinin davran?? ÅŸeklini deÄŸiÅŸtirebilir.

Oh, strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! And some men eased themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

In the souls of the people The Grapes of Wrath are Filling and Growing Heavy, growing heavy for the vintage. Happy 112th Birthday John Steinbeck.

I am grieved at what you tell me, said Pellinore, but I believe that God can change destiny. I must have faith in that.

O]nly Colonel Lanser knew what war really is in the long run . . . and he tried not to think what he knew--that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for a new weariness and new hatreds.

He tried not to think what he knew--that war is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

Communications must destroy localness, by a slow, inevitable process [...] Radio and television speech becomes standardized, perhaps better English than we have ever used. Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of accident of human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech [...] What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless

The changing economy was ignored, plans for the change ignored; and only means to destroy revolt were considered, while the causes of revolt went on.

Güzellik neden ille de eskiye ait olsun ki?

They's a time of change, an' when that comes, dyin' is a piece of all dyin', and bearin' is a piece of all bearin', an' bearin' an' dyin' is two pieces of the same thing. An' then things ain't so lonely anymore. An' then a hurt don't hurt so bad.

In the books of some memories it was the best time that ever sloshed over the world - the old time, the gay time, sweet and simple, as though time were young and fearless. Old men who didn't know whether they were going to stagger over the boundary of the century looked forward to it with distaste. For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too.

The little engine roared and then stopped. Adam sat back for a moment, limp but proud, before he got out. The postmaster looked out between the bars of his golden grill. I see you've got one of the damn things, he said. Have to keep up with the times, said Adam. I predict there'll come a time when you can't find a horse, Mr. Trask. Maybe so. They'll change the face of the countryside. They get their clatter into everything, the postmaster went on.

It was quite normal in that day for a man to use up three or four wives in a normal lifetime.

Somehow they felt they were living in a moment when history pauses and takes stock and changes course.

Your days are like pages, the chapters unread. You have to keep turning your book has no end.

Maybe you've tumbled a world for me. And I don't know what I can build in my world's place.

You don't seem like the same man." "I'm not. Maybe nobody is, for long.

Ellen, only last night, asked, 'Daddy, when will we be rich?' But I did not say to her what I know:'We will be rich soon, and you who handle poverty badly will handle riches equally badly.' And that is true. In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms.

I don't know how it will be in the years to come. There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good… At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?

It seems to me that young people have lost their faith in America. Our ancestors had faith.

In the souls of people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

Things do not change with a change of scene.