Quotes About Change

Mwanzo inseamna "inceputuri" in swahili. Dar uneori trebuie ca totul mai intai sa se sfarseasca, sa se prabuseasca si toate luminile sa palpaie si sa se stinga inainte sa avem parte de un inceput ca la carte.

Avea o busola care nu dadea gres si un fel de a privi totul de parca stia ca nimic nu ravea sa mai fie vreodata exact la fel. Mai mult decat oricine altcineva, Denys intelegea ca nimic nu ramane in loc pentru noi, ori ca n-ar trebui sa ramana. Secretul e sa iei lucrurile asa cum vin si sa le accepti intru totul, fara sa te opui sau sa-ti fie frica, fara sa le tii prea strans sau sa le indoi.

Denys had a way of seeing everything as if he knew it would never be there exactly the same again. He 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 resistence or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend.

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.

Life is change, Anna. We don't get to keep each other.

That was the way it was in New Orleans, and in every old haunted city across the world. Ghosts vanished, and new ghosts arrived to take their place. Things changed. Things stayed the same.

I'm thankful that my memory is good because my vision is going.

To find one's way anywhere one has to find one's door, just like Alice, you see. You take too much of one thing and you get too big, then you take too much of another and you get too small. You've got to find your own doorway into things.

Every change is a form of liberation. My mother used to say a change is always good even if it's for the worse.

You are what you are, until you decide to be different.

Mom isn't content taking a stroll down memory lane. She's bought a condo and spends half the year there.

Her grandmother, as she gets older, is not fading but rather becoming more concentrated.

Step so far outside of your comfort zone that you can't find your way back.

It was a puzzling thing as to why they packed up in towns in the way they did.

For a moment he asked himself where it would be better. Cities of the North, with their sections for blacks only. The South in ruins and seething with bitter ex-Confederates and confused and rootless freedmen. Unknown places with unknown rules, and all in a perilous state of flux.

Perhaps it was something like this that changed the captive children forever; the violence they had endured when they were captured, their parents killed. Perhaps it sank down in their young minds and stayed there, invisible and unacknowledged but very powerful. He

It was now the second week in March and the time of tender growth, when it slowly dawned on people that the world would not always be cold and brown. This high-level country was like something unexpectedly and suddenly loved and responding to the bounty of young rain and long hours of sunlight. Awake, awake, ye drowsy sleeper.

We are in the middle of many changes, and this endless changing is become disorder and people cannot long endure disorder. They'll do anything rather than put up with it. Desperate things. Things that they don't want to remember later.

However, the general population had not settled the matter of free black people in their minds yet. All was in flux. Flux: a soldering aid that promotes the fusion of two surfaces, an unstable substance that catches fire.

Ed eccolo, ancora a fantasticare come uno sciocco, ancora a leggere le notizie dal mondo nella speranza che servissero a qualcosa di buono, però alla fine era costretto a portare un'arma alla cintura e aveva una bambina da proteggere, e nessuna storia stampata poteva cambiare la situazione.

Every normal person used to be able to produce at least some of their own entertainment...But we have changed from a people who could produce their own everyday amusements to consumers; passive consumers.

Without innovation, tradition has no future.

One person plus one typewriter constitutes a movement.

No passado, os grandes homens da Europa em sessões magnas, festins e banhos de champanhe dividiram o continente negro em grandes e boas fatias, escravizaram, torturaram, massacraram e deportaram as almas destas terras. Hoje, gente oriunda das antigas potências colonizadoras diz que dá a sua mão desinteressada para ajudar os que sofrem. É preciso acreditar na mudança