Quotes About Change

Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.

Ave María Purísima: me acuso de ser yo por todas partes. O sea de querer siempre ser otra. Y hasta peor: conseguirlo.

Si al final mis problemas no eran solubles, cuando menos serían adulterables.

Para valer la pena, una vida debe ser digna de contarse, me digo cada vez que me va mal, porque ya sé que los destinos torcidos se parecen a la rueda de la fortuna. No importa qué tan arriba o abajo estés, de todos modos vas a dar la vuelta.

Everything around me was changing so fast—my apartment block, the local shops, the alleys, the roads, the subway lines. Beijing was moving forwards like an express train, but my life was going nowhere. Okay, so I was getting lots of work, but it was all the same. Woman Waiting on the Platform, Lady in Waiting, Bored Waitress. I was only in my twenties, but I felt seventy. I had to do something, ask my brain to start working, so I could match this fast-moving city.

When I left my village, it was like I took a step with my right foot and, by the time my left foot came to join it, four years had passed.

It was the same feeling I had when I first got to Britain. How many times could one restart a life? "I read that in China, people will transplant large number of trees and bring them to the newly developed cities. Chinese people seem to be very adaptable, like the trees." You were trying to comfort me. "Yes, but once the trees grew older, you can't transplant them again. The roots are too embedded into the ground.

We die, governments change, ideologies evolve, borders disappear, rivers merge, islands sink, trees rot, bones dissolve, even nature expires one day. But the universe exists, with stars or without stars, with air or without air, infinitely and unimaginably beyond man. I know that the infinite world is there beyond trivial ideologies or politics. And we only have one life to live.

Ah, in those revolutionary years even women were revolutionized into lunatics and monsters.

It was not that he didn't remember he once had another sort of life. But, like the old yellowing photograph at home, which he did not burn, it was sad to think about, and far away, like another world that had disappeared forever.

The way we understand both our present and our future depends on what we have lived through.

When you walk into your memories, you are opening a door to the past; the road within has many branches, and the route is different every time

Uma família sem sentimentos ou sentimentos sem uma família. As condições de vida obrigam os jovens a fazer do emprego e da habitação os principais pré-requisitos para o casamento. Seus pais, que viveram a turbulência das mudanças políticas, fizeram da segurança e da estabilidade os alicerces sobre os quais uma família deve ser construída.

Therefore, a person should first be changed by a teacher's instructions, and guided by principles of ritual. Only then can he observe the rules of courtesy and humility, obey the conventions and rules of society, and achieve order.

But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined. If my body were cut up in pieces and those pieces mixed with those of other bodies, and then if someone told me, "Find your left eye," I suppose it would be difficult to do so.

If spring never comes, does that mean summer won't either? How will the crops grow when the fields are covered with snow?

Are you eating?" I asked. "You have to keep up your strength." "All of a sudden you're grown and worrying about me, instead of the other way around. Seems like yesterday you were just a little boy.

She had changed the subject so quickly that I completely forgot to congratulate her. But, then again, I wasn't quite sure congratulations were appropriate for a baby who would be born to my sister and her husband. I looked up "congratulate" in the dictionary: it said, "to wish someone joy." "That doesn't mean much," I muttered, tracing my finger over a line of characters that held no promise of joy themselves.

Memories don't just pile up—they also change over time. And sometimes they fade of their own accord. Though the process, for me, is quite different from what happens to the rest of you when something disappears from the island.

It's the young who have to break the old records. That's the way the world works

Memories don't just pile up - they also change over time. And sometimes they fade of their own accord.

It shocked me to realize that he suddenly seemed old -- so frail that the slightest push would have sent him tumbling. The body I had felt when I'd gone searching for my hidden presents had been sturdier; and though I had always thought of him as tall, e was now much shorter than me. I realized I had no idea how old he was -- I suppose I'd thought that something as mundane as age could never apply to him.

It's true, I know, that there are more gaps in the island than there used to be. When I was a child, the whole place seemed…how can I put this?…a lot fuller, a lot more real. But as things got thinner, more full of holes, our hearts got thinner, too, diluted somehow. I suppose that kept things in balance. And even when that balance begins to collapse, something remains. Which is why you shouldn't worry.

Out in the open air, he seemed somehow older.