Quotes About Change

But I'm not sure I believe in wars anymore. They only make ghosts and they don't change anything.

How personal this life was, and how every time we grazed against one another even for a moment, we weren't the same afterward.

After years of pelting me with advice and restrictions, Emma had nothing left to say now. Nor did I. I could barely remember why I had fought her so much. She seemed just as lost as I was.

I'd managed to ignore how the ceremony would take away the boy I knew for ever and also the fierce warrior girl who had loved him. It already had. Those children were gone.

but none of it was real any more. We lived on a ghost farm.

His departure had been months and months in coming, and still I wasn't nearly ready.

nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistance or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend. I

His black eyes found mine over the licking flames, and my heart jumped. He was a moran now. That's what had changed—he'd become a man. I

A week passes but it feels as if he's never been anywhere else. It's one of the things war does to you. Everything you see works to replace moments and people from your life before, until you can't remember why any of it mattered.

The games had prepared Ruta for his future, and should have prepared me for mine, too. The manoeuvres had become riskier and more difficult, but maybe each was the same when you got down to it. Jumping had taught me how to jump, hadn't it? I only had to look at Ruta to know he wasn't a child any more. Neither was I. The

What was more exciting than that? I could love him like crazy and work very hard to understand and support him, but I couldn't be fresh eyes and a fresh smile after five years. I couldn't be new.

Swahili phrase he'd challenged me with years before, "A new thing is good, though it be a sore place.

I never thought I'd get married," I told Boy as he poured for us. Scotch spilled into the squat glasses with reassuring lapping noises. "I should have left well enough alone." "You don't need to explain.

I don't exactly know, but it feels important to go there. It feels important to go everywhere one can and see all there is to see and try to understand it. Everything's changing so fast. I want to believe in something while there's still time. I want to tell the truth, even when it's difficult. And I want to find the story I'm meant to write.

Only the day before, Cockie's dark joke wouldn't have included me, but now it did. "Is love always such a mess, do you suppose?

He would never again be unknown. We would never again be this happy.

Arap Ruta indeed. I had known him since he wasn't

During an interview; Then McLain returns to the impact on Markham and Blixen of the death of Finch Hatton. "You know, there's a line at the end of my book that goes, 'This time with Denys would fade, and it would last forever.' That's something I actually believe about love. Sometimes we don't get to keep the people we love the most and who change us the most. That's an unromantic, uncommercial view of love. But to me it feels absolutely true.

Each object was the same as it had been—but the air all around felt different. I was different.

A new thing is good, though it be a sore place.

It may be the luckiest and purest thing of all to see time sharpen to a single point. To feel the world rise up and shake you hard, insisting that you rise, too, somehow. Some way. That you come awake and stretch, painfully. That you change, completely and irrevocably—with whatever means are at your disposal—into the person you were always meant to be.

How could I possibly judge you? We each have to make our choices, and then find a way to live with them. And if we can't, well, then, that's when we know something has to change.

Too much was new about India, and the days had no anchor. Jock might have fallen for the bold girl I was when I was fourteen, but he didn't really know me any more than I knew him.

More than anyone I'd known, Denys understood how nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistance or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend.