Quotes About Change

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn't dying.

In the weeks that followed, we amazed ourselves. Our habits slid apart easily...And our very few intimacies were simply discontinued. Where did they go, those things we did? Were they recycled? Did some new couple in China do them? Were a Swedish man and woman foot to foot at this very moment?

Try not to base your decision on this room, it isn't representative of the whole world. Somewhere the sun is hot on a rubbery leaf, clouds are making shapes and reshaping and reshaping, a spiderweb is broken but still works.

What was the lifespan of these improbable loves? An hour. A week. A few months at best. The end was a natural thing, like the seasons, like getting older, fruit turning. That was the saddest part—there was no one to blame and no way to reverse

He was worried she would not let him love her with the stain. He had already decided long ago, twenty or thirty minutes ago, that the stain was fine. He had only seen it for a moment, but he was already used to it. It was good. It somehow allowed them to have more.

After passionately nursing this idea for about an hour, I suddenly had another idea: no I wouldn't. Of course I wouldn't make an entire city out of cereal boxes in the basement. The moment I had this second thought, I knew this was the real one.

The boy was growing bored and this was a form of growing up.

I was still feeling the old loss, just in a new way.

It must happen all the time, a fleeting passion overwhelms someone's true course and there's nothing to be done about it.

Where did they go, those things we did?

I was never good at jumping in, letting go of one element and embracing another.

I have to do it to day. It's the first day of the rest of my life. Oh. I had a day like that last week. Really? What happened? I woke up and thought, This is the first day of the rest of my life. Then what happened? I drove to work. Oh.

I kept getting older while he stayed young, my tiny husband.

But Ed [the family counselor] wasn't fazed; in fact, he suggested the dynamic had served each of us well. Something in the way he said this gave me the feeling that the dynamic was moving on, perhaps down the block, where it would serve some other confused family. And we would be left dynamic-less, four people alone with all the wrong feelings for one another.

But I knew jumping was like dying, I would have to let go of everything.

And our very few intimacies were simply discontinued. Where did they go, those things we did? Were they recycled?

People naturally change a lot during their 20s, so my songs reflect that progression.

You have a career, and you start as a business person. And you work your way, you reach this peak, and you know the time's going to come when you go back down.

O vreme, oraÈ™ul a fost blând È™i familiar, È™tiam str?duÈ›ele È™i cl?dirile din jurul casei noastre, peste care ningea acum greu, uscat, foÈ™nind uÈ™or. ... Dup? un timp de tors leneÈ™, oraÈ™ul a început îns? s? mârâie ca un animal iritat. Nu mai È™tiam drumul... oraÈ™u-a-nceput s? rag? ca un leu din toate cl?dirile lui necunoscute, din str?zile necunoscute, din ochii oamenilor necunoscuÈ›i.

De levenslijn van ons echte bestaan verhardt tijdens onze voorbijgang, versteent tot een fossiel en krijgt de samenhang, maar ook de eenvoud van het noodlot, terwijl al onze levens die hadden kunnen zijn, die zich op ieder willekeurig moment van het winnende bestaan hadden kunnen losmaken, spookachtige stippellijntjes blijven: creoden, kwantumfaseovergangen, doorzichtig en fascinerend als de bollen die vegeteren in een bloemkas.

CâÅ£iva centimetri, câÅ£iva ani, câteva mii de lei in plus, câteva c?rÅ£i citite în plus, m? rog, lucruri de felul ?sta despart oamenii...

As long as you have not grasped that you have to die to grow, you are a troubled guest on the dark earth".

Atunci am înÈ›eles c? nimic nu dureaz? în suflet, c? cea mai verificat? încredere poate fi anulat? de un singur gest, c? cele mai sincere posesiuni nu dovedesc niciodat? nimic, c?ci È™i sinceritatea poate fi repetat?, cu altul, cu alÈ›ii, c?, în sfârÈ™it, totul se uit? sau se poate uita.

If one lives to a grand old age, loss is an accepted part of life. It comes with the territory