Quotes About Change

Giving birth is a transformation and it doesn't matter whether you've had eight babies before. It's still a transformation the next time you have another baby, because you are no longer the same woman you were before you had that baby.

Our strong sun darkens the colour of your skin to the colour of ours, but it cannot change what lies underneath.

I must say this has revised my view that nothing could be worse than a wedding. There not being a wedding.

And she turned and walked out again, and he stood staring after her, noticing, absurdly, that she was wearing the same high silver-heeled boots that she had had on the day of the crash.

Quem na lama quer remexer, que lama seja.

Queremos transformar o mundo e somos incapazes de nos transformar a nós próprios. Queremos ser livres, fazemos a nossa vontade, e a todo o momento arranjamos desculpas para reprimir os nossos desejos

O que importa é mudar a ovalidade do mundo sem dele fugir.

you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.

But life had shifted its weight from one point to another, from one leg to the other, like a silent giant in the vast shadows against the ridge, and I did not feel like the person I had been when this day began, and I did not even know if that was something to be sorry for.

er tida en sekk du kan stappe inn i hvor mye som helst, går den aldri bare herfra til dit, men i stedet i sirkel etter sirkel, og så kommer du tilbake hver eneste gang til stedet hvor du begynte. Men det var ikke sånn heller. Før var jeg ung, nå var jeg ikke ung. Jeg ble aldri ung igjen.

And they used to have cross burnin's a lot more and family picnics and softball games and all such,' said Donald. 'I remember eatin' cake next to that glowing cross. I loved my mama's cake.' 'Yeah,' several voiced their agreement. 'We don't do nothin' now,' a man complained. 'I don't even know where my hood is. I don't even own a rope.

And though I missed my lover, I was not sad. I was satisfied. I was different.

People should know, understand that not all Thursdays are the same.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year.

The One remains, the many change and pass;Heaven's light forever shines, earth's shadows fly;Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,Stains the white radiance of eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments—Die,If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!

The world is weary of the past,Oh, might it die or rest at last!

From the dust of creeds outworn.

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

[T]here is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, -- but it returneth.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.