Quotes About Change

each have their own journeys. It's hard to except, but people leave us along the way. People don't always stay with us until the end of the story...

Because change will come as it will, and there's nothing we can do to prevent it. In fact, try to stop it and you trip over the turning wheels.

THE END OF civilization as we knew it arrived not with a whimper, but with a massive storm. When

Anything can happen. Just let it be. Accept it, and let it be. Life will sort itself out if you allow it to.

A leader who can't change the culture, is a great technician…

It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us

She didn't like her new-found powers, and she really didn't want her friends to think she was any different to anybody else.

If the numbers mean anything, they tell us that vastly more life is left in the reviled internal-combustion engine than any of the blue-state lefties could imagine. First, that madman Bush wins, and now this news. How depressing.

Myself I must remake.

To sit beside the board and drink good wine And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire And feel content and wisdom in your heart, This is the best of life; when we are young We long to tread a way none trod before, But find the excellent old way through love And through the care of children to the hour Forbidding Fate and Time and Change goodbye.

I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song.

Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the Accusation of Sin, as in George Eliot, who plucks her Tito in pieces with as much assurance as if he had been clockwork, literature has begun to change into something else.

I stroked your hair in a direction opposite to your journey

Sometimes I want to lie down on a park bench: that would change my status from Lost Inside to Lost Outside.

If only it were possible to grasp the moment when two people first become strangers to each other.

Todo el mundo piensa en cambiar el mundo, pero nadie piensa en cambiarse a sí mismo. — Leo Tolstoy

But, alas! in this world nothing lasts forever. Even the moon is not always perfect in shape, but loses its roundness with time, and flowers bloom and then fade.

In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

They tell me, shaking their heads: "You should be kinder. You are somehow furious". I used to be kind. It didn't last long.

But history is that rare woman who doesn't like to look at herself in the mirror. History, when she finds herself in front of one, wipes and wipes its surface at though in this way she might change her face to something better

Then how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

Yesterday, there was a Tzar and there were slaves. Today, there is no Tzar, but the slaves are still here. Tomorrow there will be only Tzars. We walk forward in the name of the free man of tomorrow, the Tzar of tomorrow. We have gone through the epoch when the masses were oppressed. We are now going through the epoch when the individual is oppressed in the name of the masses.

Por qué? ¿Y por qué no tenemos plumaje ni alas, sino solamente omoplatos, las bases para las alas? Porque ya no necesitamos alas: porque tenemos aviones y las alas solamente nos estorbarían.

Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number.