Quotes About Change

Eras end, Paulina said. I'm Romanian. I know. They have to. So that new eras can begin.

it was a thing that has to fall to rise …

Elisabeth had been listening to the programme in the bath. She'd switched the radio off after it and wondered if she'd be able to listen to Radio 4 in any innocence ever again. Her ears had undergone a sea-change. Or the world had. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and — Rich and what? she thought. Rich and poor.

Anyway, it was her job to subvert political things with art things, and to subvert art things with political things. Like

Everything means something quite other now.

Thank you for having me, death. Please excuse me, must get back to it, life.

All the other houses have been pulled out of the street like bad teeth.

the whole point of Bagatelle is that you trifle with the stories that people think are set in stone.

Everything, sooner or later, transforms into story.

the past is known, but the future can sometimes be troublesome!

In these days of the shattering of the old form and the building of the new, adaptability is needed. We must avert the danger of crystallisation through pliability and expansion. The "old order changeth," but primarily it is a change of dimension and of aspect, and not of material or of foundation.

All's change, but permanence as well"... and continued:   "Truth inside, and outside, truth also; and between each, falsehood that is change, as truth is permanence."   "Truth successively takes shape, one grade above its last presentment...

The rain could not last forever; Nature must cease weeping some time. Just as girls, far away from their old homes and their old friends, must cease wetting their pillows with regretful tears after a time, and look forward to the new interests and new friends to which they have come.

It is always spring somewhere

you know, one never realises how much one has changed with the years. We carry an inward image of ourselves, I think, which remains forever the same.

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia? Our time is forever now!

The next night was quite different. They came at sundown to a settlement. The houses were brown and homelike

But in a world where England is finished and dead,I do not wish to live.

I have seen much to hate here--much to forgive, But in a world where England is finished and dead, I do not wish to live.

The English are frosty When you're no kith or kin Of theirs, but how they alter When once they take you in! The kindest, the truest, The best friends ever known, It's hard to remember How they froze you to a bone.

The day should be as it was sure to be-- When this was home no more to him--when he Could go there only when his brother's wife Should ask him--to a room not his--his life Would shrink and lose its meaning. How unjust, I thought. Why do they feel it must Go to that idle, insolent eldest son? Well, in the end it went to neither one.

When your heart would ache to hear Other men's tongues repeating Those same light phrases that jest and jeer At a friend now grown so dear--so dear. Strange to remember long ago When a friend was almost a foe.

But there was a last time. An unforeseen and uncommemorated last time. I don't remember it. That, more than anything, describes aging to me—the letting go of one activity after the next, with no fanfare. Just realizing later that the last time has come and gone,

The leaves have mostly fallen, so the pines are having their glorious reign.