Quotes About Change

Satire doesn't effect change.

There are plenty of problems in the world, and doubtless climate change - or whatever the currently voguish phrase for it all is - certainly is one of them. But it's low on my list.

All change is bad. But sometimes it has to be done.

Some things need to be broken.

As she had learned these past few years, things changed—life, people, animals—all without your permission, no matter how zealously you fought to maintain supreme control.

Comfort is the enemy of progress

Hap sighed. If he could change one thing about Umber-besides his constant need for the thrill of exploration-it would be his obsession with secrets and surprises.

Your adventures aren't over.

A long time ago a boy climbed a beanstalk, and he came down a thief. Now a thief is climbing a beanstalk. And who knows what will come down?

Ahora ya comprendes: el camino es un río con sed.

alumbrar la nueva era tiene enfrente, siempre, el freno descomunal de los privilegiados.

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

Accidents, try to change them-it's impossible. The accidental reveals man.

Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.

the only way to stop the violence and abuse that surrounds us is to talk about it.

Vendrán de París las modas y los libros; los pasteles de Hungría, la ilustración de Viena; peluqueros a bandadas, cocineros en montón. Se ordenará que los chicos se olviden del español, y que las beatas recen en la lengua de Voltaire, pero sólo la lengua, no la lectura, porque esa seguirá siendo perniciosa.

En su época podías ser de Chopin o de Frank Sinatra, pero no de ambos; de Manzanero o de los Rolling Stones, de la nueva trova cubana o del rock ácido, pero no podías ser de todos. Los tiempos habían cambiado para mejor.

El pasado retornaba en oleadas; huracanado pasado de mierda. Ni que fuera tan importante. Ni que valiera para nada más que para estar ahí depositado, sedimentado en la memoria, diciendo que ya no somos los que fuimos.

Era una relación pecaminosa. Pinche ángel caído. Era un pecado: acostarse con el pasado. Los que cogen con el pasado mueren, envejecen. Se enamoran de los ayeres y se quedan ahí para siempre, tiesos, congelados, sin poder volver.

Só se é revolucionário quando se está disposto a deixar todas as comodidades para ir lutar em outro país.

Cuanto más hago el amor más ganas tengo de hacer la revolución

Hagamos pues el último esfuerzo, unámonos como hijos de una sola familia y desaparecerán esos gobernadores".

My mom was scared of the old Times Square so I was never allowed to go. Now I'm scared of the new Times Square, so I still never go.