Quotes About Change

The rhythms of the household had changed.

When an imago first pushes free of the budding chrysalis and unfolds its still-damp wings, anything, even something as ephermal as breath, can deform the final, glorious insect. A crass question now could crush this fragile new understanding. I asked anyway.

If I'd known that all it took to worm my way into a woman's heart was to let her beat the shit out of me, my early life would have been different.

When I was young, it was about winning, about making the other do what I want. But sometime in the last ten years…Well, I changed." She didn't look at Eric, but I got the impression their feet were touching under the table. "Now instead of charging at people, sword drawn, I find it much more enjoyable and productive to run alongside them, learn their stride and rhythm, whether or not we could run together in the long term.

The child's world changed late one afternoon, though she didn't know it.

The patterns was changing, she could taste it, feel it in the different weight and heft of her body every morning, in th way her mother looked at her.

Norway: a solid world aganist which to lay myself and make a mask that could be examined, could be held up in comparison with who I used to be, before.

One day, to suit some purpose of their own, her mother or her uncle would pluck her from her life and send her to live in a fen with a man she didn't know. In the world of skirt and sword, it was part of her wyrd. But not all her wyrd, and not yet. There was so much to learn, so much to know.

We had never really talked to each other after I was nine years old. She had been busy and I had been resentful. I had grown up independent, and then she had not known how to find me. I wasn't even sure she wanted to, or what she might find if she did.

Here she was Stranger Woman, or the SEC rep. Not Marguerite Angelica Taishan, not Marghe. She wondered if that person existed anymore.

As summer turned to autumn, she hardly dared lift her gaze from the king's face. He gave no sign, but her dreams rang and echoed with danger.

The flesh is nearly burnt from your bones and the human from your heart. You're nothing but wyrd and ælf breath. Spend less time in the wind.

We're like the moths," Begu said. "The priests and Uinniau and Cian are like bats. When we go back to York, we'll have to stop, lie down, for a while.

She swung her hair back from her face and eyed me sullenly, now the perfect teenager. Infant to child to teen in one day. With any luck she'd be dead of old age before we reached the clearing.

People could not be made to change. It had taken her a long time to learn that. People had to want to change themselves.

Shift your balance and everything changes.

She looked, left and right. She couldn't see as much as she'd like; the unfamiliar veil got in the way. No doubt she'd learn to manage that, how to use it to her advantage, as her mother did.

She moved faster, and so did he. She leaned farther, and so did he. Then she began to draw on the life around her-the hum in the air, the flight of the kicked dirt-and changed again.

It took him a moment to change gears, but politicians live or die by their ability to seize a proferred alliance.

Beside her, Edwin stirred. Rædwald the overking was dead and under the dirt. Now Edwin was overking. Hild could feel him swelling like bread.

It's about letting go. It might sound crazy, but it's a kind of acceptance. A being right there and a not being there.

The sense of the world shifting was so strong she swayed in the saddle.

It was strange, seeing her in clothes I had not bought or lent her, drinking wine she had selected without my advice, without needing me there.

Nothing but the sigh of embers into ash.