Quotes About Change

Well, that's your opinion, isn't it? And I'm not about to waste my time trying to change it.

Becoming famous and selling a lot of records doesn't change a thing.

After becoming famous once again - a 1976 song, "Hurricane," even marked a return to protest songwriting - [Bob] Dylan got addicted to drugs, found Jesus, left Jesus, and put out a lot of swill.

Fashion is such a fairytale and it is such a fantasy. And it's about metamorphosis and sort of changing yourself and playing a part that you want people to see.

I wanted to get back to my style of 20 years ago after a long period of exploring horror and fantasy themes.

Fantasy appeals to me and can be very much reflected in my dress - but then, each day is different. Not every day is a magical day.

Repentance is but a denying of our will, and an opposition of our fantasies.

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.

Theories are just fantasies. And they change.

Eternity ended ten years ago.

A real sacrifice involves a radical change in the character of a game which cannot be effected without foresight, fantasy, and the willingness to risk.

I have this fantasy. I'm walking past a bookshop and I click my fingers and all my books go blank. So I can start again and get it right.

I wasn't ecstatic about being pregnant - I wasn't somebody who actively wanted kids. Certainly there were no fantasies about nappy-changing.

Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.

Even in a fantasy realm, growing up is accomplished not without cost.

Goodbyes are sad, but they are temporary, because as hellos ends with goodbyes, so will goodbyes start with hellos.

I would parade you in the hall of the monarchs of the ocean if you could breathe water.

Once upon a time, there had been a seventeen-year-old assassin who had never let anyone get closer to her. Then, with the turning of a page, her story changed forever.

I want to leave all my friends and the sunlight for a small, rainy town.

Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she'll enjoy the taste.

One day you're a college graduate, in love with Mr. Right and looking for a job. The next day, your Rambo.""Your timeline is off. And can we lose the Rambo part?

The trouble with the dead, as I see it, is they don't stay that way.

America, and all it had once stood for--all he had fought for--was dying...on life support, and counting.

All it takes is one small voice to make a difference." ~Artum Keogh~