Quotes About Change

As no designation of good and evil can be absolute, neither can it be fixed; no law which is just now will be forever just, and no political institution designed to secure the good can remain the best means to that good.

This show is over. But a new production is on the horizon! We must replace our enabling behavior with something else. Ending Enabling Behavior From experience I've learned four life-saving truths about changing enabling behavior: We can pray for the power to change ourselves. We can help (not enable) adult children of any age develop wings to fly on their own. We can find comfort in knowing we are not alone

They know what to expect from us. They know that eventually we will "help" them yet again. The bitter truth for many of us is that we haven't been helping; we've been enabling. So instead of praying to God to stop the pain, remove the difficulty, or change the lives of our adult children, we must rise up and pray for something entirely different. We must pray for the courage to look deep in our own hearts and souls. We must pray for the strength to

The past doesn't define us. It's what we do with the present that determines our future.

Growing up shouldn't mean giving up.

Remember, if you're headed in the wrong direction, God allows U-turns!

Music is one of the highest art forms there is. It can define a life, change a life, or even safe a life, in just three short minutes.

There is the before. And then there is the after. Happiness is what you choose, what you follow, not what follows you. These are the things I have seen, these are the things I now know, these are the things I will carry with me as I go.

Outside, with Labor Day having come and gone, summer is fighting a dying battle against the fall air. The leaves are hanging perilously on the trees, knowing full well they're going to make the plunge, clinging on as if they stand a chance not to. The garbage smell that has wafted around us for the better part of August is dissipating, ushered out with the humidity, and in its place a briskness is filtering in, like something you'd smell from a bottle of Tide.

I'd recognized it only recently. I wasn't sure if it was because she had changed or I had, but it didn't really matter. I recognized it just the same... If you just noticed the shiny veneer on the outside, they'd always look perfect. So you had to peer closer, watch them when they didn't think they were being watched. Eventually, you'd notice the dings.

That you can look back fondly or even wistfully on pieces of your life and hound yourself with endless what-ifs, but nothing will change. The present will still be the present. The future will still unfold as it's meant to.

The past is who you are. The future is what you do with that.

Nothing is different here and now than it used to be: The people whom I need most are gone, and the ones who remain do nothing to help me get to where I need to go. Different names, different faces, but the end result is still the same.

regret is just misplaced nostalgia. That you can look back fondly or even wistfully on pieces of your life and hound yourself with endless what-ifs, but nothing will change. The present will still be the present. The future will still unfold as it's meant to.

When I got to college, when I finally fled the suffocation that I'd built around myself—because, to my father's credit, he'd never asked me to captain our plagued family's ship—it all collapsed.

The sun will sink lower soon enough, turning the fields into open black space, ushering another day out, another day in--one after the next.

The strangest thing about returning to an enclave that encapsulated your youth is that you feel like nothing should have changed. Like you still have the right to be twenty and carefree and irresponsible. Like you still are twenty and carefree and irresponsible.

Allison Winn Scotch

Independence, she's discovered, feels just as good as codependence once did. She's as surprised as anyone to realize this.

The majority of love affairs are temporary. But that doesn't diminish the possibility the next one might become something more.

Time, the greatest thief of all.

You should have had the decency to die when you needed to." "Sorry," I admitted. "I've been going through a bit of a rebellious streak. I swear it's almost over.

But I wasn't the girl I'd been when I left, and I knew it.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and stared through the window's wavy glass. The red velvet curtains were drawn around the tiny alcove, and I was enveloped by an odd sense of peace, knowing that in twenty minutes, the halls were going to be crowded; music was going to be blaring; and I was going to go from being an only child to one of a hundred sisters, so I knew to savor the silence while it lasted.