Quotes About Change

I've learned and unlearned all my life; it's helped me to survive. There are no constants, nothing is immutable, only random circumstance from which our experience builds a coherent arc of life. And for that arc you have only to be truly done with one thing before moving to another. There's an art in letting go.

Tomorrow belongs to those who can learn. For those who can't, there's only yesterday.

The door that closed kept us from entering a room, but what now lies before us is the rest of reality.

Each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up. All we need to do is stop pounding on the door that just closed, turn around- and welcome the largeness of life that now lies open to our soul.

Consciousness precedes being: consciousness, yours and mine, can form, deform, or reform our world. Our complicity in world making is a source of awesome and sometimes painful responsibility-and a source of profound hope for change. It is the ground of our common call to leadership, the truth that makes leaders of its all.

Democratic action depends upon…free spaces, where people experience a schooling in citizenship and learn a vision of the common good in the course of struggling for change. —Sara Evans and Harry Boyte, Free Spaces

As often happens on the spiritual journey, we have arrived at the heart of a paradox: each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up. All we need to do is stop pounding on the door that just closed, turn around-which puts the door behind us-and welcome the largeness of life that now lies open to our souls. The door that closed kept its from entering a room, but what now lies before its is the rest of reality.

Way has never opened in front of me…but a lot of way has closed behind me, and that has had the same guiding effect.

There is no guarantee that starting a small conversation will lead to something larger. But the failure to take any step at all, no matter how small, comes with an ironclad guarantee that we will not be part of helping change happen.

Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I'd have taken out your two grey eyes and put in eyes of clay. And had I known but yesterday you'd be no more my own, I'd have taken out your heart of flesh and put in one of stone.

Or how could it come into being ? If it came into being, it is not; nor is it if it is going to be in the future. Thus is becoming extinguished and passing away not to be heard of Nor is it divisible, since it is all alike, and there is no more of it in one place than in another, to hinder it from holding together, nor less of it, but everything is full of what is.

nothing lasts forever, not even time it self

we can't re-write the beginning, but we can write what happens now for whats written for the future

Love has triumphed over marriage but now it is destroying it from inside

Europe got over the loss of its colonies much more quickly than the colonies got over their loss of Europe.

Grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

You're the Picasso of pain, A fantasy in fleshtone And though you're never the same You're never far from the mark

When you've made them that much money that fast, they don't ever want you to move a muscle or change a thing. "You just stay like you are, girl. You are just gold! Stay that way, honey!" And they are so happy, but it's very boring for you.

change is a group project

People are agitating for the overthrow of the old order and a new deal for America. For there is a palpable sense that the game is rigged against Middle America and for the benefit of insiders who grow rich and fat not by making things or building things, but by manipulating money.

Retiring young isn't for everybody, even if you think it is. When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

Some things happened and some other things didn't, and at one point I found I'd gone to a place where I married Jascha. Pyotr Frankis had been right: life was funny. It was also reasonably good and so was the relationship. And after the divorce, I got a job.

Today's hard news stories were yesterday's dystopian SF. Rereading

There used to be so many good times, when I was your age." She ran her finger slowly round and round her cup, as though it were a fine-stemmed wine glass rather than a chipped and stained dining-room survivor, as though she were trying to recapture an echo of times past.