Quotes About Progress

Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing.

Then I closed my eyes. That was it. That was Before. Now here we go into After.

Anyone whos had something truly crappy happen to them will tell you: Its all about Before and After.

The world is never ready for any innovation," he grumbled. "The vast majority of people stubbornly cling to the past until people possessing foresight and a sense of adventure break a trail and bring them into the future.

Mortals aren't born strong, they become strong.

Lots of things are impossible," she said softly. "Until they're not.

One is not born knowing how to lead, one learns.

I'm always doing things I can't do. Otherwise, I'd never get to do them.

But all we need to do is begin. The rest will take care of itself. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

Life's all about the revolution, isn't it?" he said. "The one inside, I mean.

all we need to do is begin. The rest will take care of itself. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

Only education can empty the workhouses and prisons, the slums and rookeries.

I know the task ahead seems impossible, but all we need to do is begin. The rest will take care of itself. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

El mundo sigue adelante, estúpido y brutal. Pero yo no. Yo no.

Life's all about the revolution, isn't it? The one inside, I mean. You can't change history. You can't change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.

I like doing things that make me uncomfortable. I try not to have a comfort zone

This is the music business. 'Five years is five hundred years' - your words.

Time's a goon, right? Isn't that the expression?

He hungered for a sense of progress, of new things approaching while old familiar ones receded. It seemed far too long since he'd had that sensation.

Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

Technology has afforded ordinary people a chance to glow in the cosmos of human achievement.

The hammerhead crane brandished its fist to the east; to the west loomed the building ways cages. Around all of it, railroad tracks spiraled into whorls of paisley. The diving barge had gone.

years. In fact the whole apartment, which six years ago had seemed like a way station to some better place, had ended up solidifying around Sasha, gathering mass and weight, until she felt both mired in it and lucky to have it—as if she not only couldn't move on but didn't want to.