Quotes About Shift

It was the very nature of summer. So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at once.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

It takes so little to change everything.

So close, I thought. A shorter fence, a fatter dog, and everything would be different. But wasn't that always the way. It's never something huge that changes everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you're busy focusing on the big picture.

It's never something huge that changes everything, but instead the tinniest of details,irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while your're busy focusing on the bigger picture.

It's never something huge that changes everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you're busy focusing on the big picture.

Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.

one word could change the whole world

The trouble with setting goals is that you're constantly working toward what you used to want.

noticed, it seemed as if the wagon had expanded overnight. She paused to

Just as night always turns into day, there will always be endings that turn into new beginnings

My lips are chapped from the winds of change.

Tacking an object up on a wall changes things.

Herzog abandoned this theme with characteristic abruptness

Books change us automatically, just as any experience does.

People are more influenced by the direction of things than the current state.

Transgress. In a word, be other than yourself in turning into your love-soaked opposite.

The seasons are no longer what they once were, But it is the nature of things to be seen only once, As they happen along, bumping into other things, getting along Somehow.

Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes. From all of Marxism, which I once thought attractive enough, I find only this dictum remaining in the realm of my opinions. Water grows colder and colder and colder, and suddenly it's ice. The day grows darker and darker, and suddenly it's night. Man ages and ages, and suddenly he's dead. Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes; differences in degree lead to differences in kind.

some anyway, before Landry

Popular applause veers with the wind.

new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.

In some ancient cultures, elder rituals helped men shift from warriors to elders. What kind of ritual might allow you to surrender instinctual masculinity for the elder's spiritual consciousness? Could you create your own ritual?