Quotes About Change

People are not embracing Communism as Communism, but they are discontented, insecure and unsettled and they embrace anything that looks like it might be better than what they have to endure. . . . It is very easy for anybody who has a job and is getting along all right to cry for democracy . . . but if you cannot feed your children and you do not know where the next meal is coming from, nobody knows what kind of freak you will follow."13

Lindbergh was horrified. "The English," he wrote in his diary, "are in no shape for war. They do not realize what they are confronted with. They have always before had a fleet between themselves and their enemy, and they can't realize the change aviation has made. I am afraid this is the beginning of the end of England as a great power."38

Don't hold on to anything too tightly sooner or later, you'll have to let go.

One world moved on, the next came to life around you, and before you knew it, things that had been normal and accepted were nothing more than late-night reruns and memories to be shared over a beer.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.

She was reaching the limits of how much its possible to change a man

For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . .

Maybe we've grown out of each other.

We're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.

I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that it happens in a rush, like snow falling off a roof.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

As soon as she'd met him at the arrivals gate on his return from Thailand, lithe and brown and shaven-headed, she knew that there was no chance of a relationship between them. Too much had happened to him, too little had happened to her.

Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead? It was unrealistic to expect a friendship to last forever…

It's the face itself that I love, not that face at twenty-eight or thirty-four or forty-three. It's that face.

You start out wanting to change the world through language, and end up thinking it's enough to tell a few good jokes.

She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning?

No matter how predictable, banal and listless the rest of my life might be, you can guarantee that there'll always be something interesting going on with my skin.

He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.

I can't believe it's actually happening. This is independent adulthood, this is what it feels like. Shouldn't there be some sort of ritual? In certain remote African tribes there'd be some incredible four day rites of passage ceremony involving tattooing and potent hallucinogenic drugs extracted from tree-frogs, and village elders smearing my body with monkey blood, but here,rites of passage is all about three new pairs of pants and stuffing your duvet in a bin-liner.

I suppose the important thing is to make some sort of difference

Good God, 'the elusive thing'. She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.