Quotes About Change

People have the power to redeem the work of fools.

For a time Robert protected me, then was dependent on me, and then possessive of me. His transformation was the rose of Genet, and he was pierced deeply by his blooming.

Tearing things apart (is) a powerful aspect of human nature.

The transformation of the heart is a wondrous thing, no matter how you land there.

Some things melt before they become memories.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

It was an unexpected encounter that slowly altered the course of my life.

You don't follow plots you negotiate them.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

The transformation of a heart is a wondrous thing, no matter how you land there.

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

But then everything eventually changes. It's the way of the world. Cycles of death and resurrection, but not always in the way we imagine. For instance, we might all resurrect looking way different, wearing outfits we'd never be caught dead in.

The only thing you can count on is change.

Sometimes I wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

said good-bye to my corner. —What will happen to the tables and chairs? I asked.

Taxin kommer för snabbt och jag inser att jag inte har valt ut några böcker. Tanken på att stiga ombord på ett flygplan utan bok ger mig panik. Rätt bok kan vara ett slags guide, något som sätter tonen för resan eller till och med får den att byta riktning.

I thought of Thomas Paine's words: these are the times that try men's souls. Outside, the rain ceased but high winds remained. And what was truth remained the truth. It was the last day of the year of the monkey and the golden cockerel was crowing, for the insufferable yellow-haired confidence man had been sworn in, with a Bible no less, and Moses and Jesus and Buddha and Mohamed seemed somewhere else entirely.

Please stay forever I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

Things are changing at a speed we never dreamed. We'll be talking nuclear war. Pesticides will be a food group. No song birds, no wildflowers. Nothing but collapsing hives and lines of the rich getting ready to board a ship for a night on the moon.

I felt a fleeting pang in my heart for I knew that innocent phase of our life had passed.

I think I'm constantly in a state of adjustment.

I could feel progress and left with a little bit of optimism. -- Anxious for some permanency, I guess I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is.

For a time we considered buying an abandoned lighthouse or a shrimp trawler. But when I found I was pregnant we headed back home to Detroit, trading one set of dreams for another.

We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and that he was a good boy trying to be bad. Through the years these roles would reverse, then reverse again, until we came to accept our dual natures.