Quotes About Change

Sometimes, driving past restaurants that had once been other restaurants, big box stores that had once been wood lots and houses, I imagined that if I could just make the right set of turns, the city would unlock for me, and my car would carry me into the roads of fifteen years ago.

Tell me what you see vanishing and I Will tell you who you are —W. S. Merwin, "For Now

Until you stop wishing things were different, accept the way they are, and take up the sole responsibility of doing something about it, nothing will change.

Life Lessons FROM LOSS If you experience loss, it doesn't means you lost. it means you've been blessed with an opportunity to take a moment, realize how special someone or something has been to you, and go through new doors that were closed to you before.

Because of the workings of karmic memory, the same fear and doubt had to return and yet her response to that experience had to be very different in order to overcome it. In

Sometimes we just need someone to show us something we can't see for ourselves, and then we change forever.

Do you know what makes a human being decent? Fear. And therein lies the problem. None of you has anything left to fear anymore.

Even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are, and what you've meant to me.

Something was ending. Even if it had been awful, my life was ending, and it felt like this wasn't my life anymore. It was someone else's. And I had decided that I'd just live inside it, see if anyone noticed, and maybe it would become mine. Maybe I would love it.

Don't you see? The things we once loved do not change, only our belief in them... You are left with the only things that any of us have in the end. The things we keep inside of ourselves, that grow out of us, that tell us who we are.

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn't.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost

A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.

Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).

Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that's all she can do. That and hope.

It's wrong to hurt even bad people. Because they don't know any better, and because bad people sometimes become good.

The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I brought Hassan's son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty

But then it passed, as all things do.

America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me. A city of harelipped ghosts. America was different. America was a river, roaring along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time