Quotes About Change

It's our decade, he said.

The merry-go-round was slowing down.

There's always new stuff, that's for sure.

Think back to yourself at age 18. I know I was mighty different than the Patti I am today. As we grow up, we grow out of our haircuts, our apartments and - often times - our romantic decisions.

The only time you ever run out of chances is when you stop taking them.

Farewell sadnessGood morning sadness.

You always leave something behind when you start something new.

In my own work, I've tried to anticipate what's coming over the horizon, to hasten its arrival, and to apply it to people's lives in a meaningful way.

I've always believed that if you don't stay moving, they will throw dirt on you.

Change your tools, it may free your thinking.

So: it's wrong to be right, because people who are right are rooted in the past, right-minded, dull and smug.

I guess I wanted to leave America for awhile. It wasn't that I wanted to become an expatriate, or just never come back, I needed some breathing room. I'd already been translating French poetry, I'd been to Paris once before and liked it very much, and so I just went.

First of all there is Blue. Later there is White, and then there is Black, and before the beginning there is Brown. Brown broke him in, Brown taught him the ropes, and when Brown grew old, Blue took over. That is how it begins. The place is New York, the time is the present, and neither one will ever change.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

It was. It will never be again. Remember.

Something happens, Blue thinks, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwise.

Dismantling the architecture of my discontent

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as if he were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he wasn't there anymore.

In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns sharply in mid-course, stalls, drifts, starts up again. Nothing is ever known, and inevitably we come to a place quite different from the one we set out for.

When you live in the city, you learn to take nothing for granted. Close your eyes for a moment, turn around to look at something else, and the thing that was before you is suddenly gone. Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

But I know nothing of time. I am new every day. I am born when I wake up in the morning, I grow old during the day, and I die at night when I go to sleep. It is not my fault. And I am doing so well today. I am doing so much better than I have ever done before.

One day there is life . . . and then, suddenly, it happens there is death

Anything was possible, and just because things happened in one way didn't mean they couldn' t happen in another.