Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.
Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.
I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again-it is hers yet-he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...
And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
God isn't interested in watching you enact some performance of personality in order to comply with some crackpot notion you have about how a spiritual person looks or behaves. We all seem to get this idea that, in order to be sacred, we have to make some massive, dramatic change of character, that we have to renounce our individuality.
Are we not all of us fanatics? I say only what you of the U.S.A. pretend you do not know. Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.
Change lives through art maybe. Write beautifully. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved if at all possible. Eat sensibly. Stuff like that.
People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.
It's so damn hard to bloom... to change. Even when you want to change, want it more than anything in the world, it's hard. Desire to change isn't enough. Or desperation. Couldn't be done without...love,
There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, and when both and neither surround you.
If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.
Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.
God, grant me strength to accept those things I cannot change.
Sometimes a change of perspective is all it takes to see the light.
Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?
But, before I proceed to narrate it, and before I pass on to all the changes it involved, I must give one chapter to Estella. It is not much to give to the theme that so long filled my heart.
Sudden shifts and changes are no bad preparation for political life.
I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into adults.
I'm a beast, I am, and a Badger what's more. We don't change. We hold on.
What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.
I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.I guess that means I've grown up now...
I've screwed everything up royally. I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.
What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.
There is, in fact, not much point in writing a novel unless you can show the possibility of moral transformation, or an increase in wisdom, operating in your chief character or characters. Even trashy bestsellers show people changing. When a fictional work fails to show change, when it merely indicates that human character is set, stony, unregenerable, then you are out of field of the novel and into that of the fable or the allegory.
Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes...
Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it
Willy Loman: I don't want change, I want Swiss cheese!
Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now.
Change is one thing. Acceptance is another.
I love her handbag. Inside are papers and her wallet and cigarettes and at the bottom, where she never looks, there is loose change, loose mints, specs of tobacco from her cigarettes. Sometimes I bring the bag to my face, open it and inhale as deeply as I can.
To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know.
Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
We're going forward, but nothing changes.
We don't want to change. Every change is a menace to stability.
You'll swoop from incredible highs when you're just glad to be alive, to those lows when you wish you were dead. And just when you start thinking that you've accepted who you are, that changes, too. Because who you are is not permanent
Any time you make changes, money has to come from somewhere.
Self-deception ultimately explains Japan's plight. The Japanese have never accepted that change is in their interest - and not merely a response to U.S. criticism.
There are some that don't have a positive reaction to the word devil. There are some who don't have a positive reaction to a devil ray. What is a devil ray If we make a change, it will be something that will be more accessible and appeal to everyone . . . or at least not drive people away.
Enlightenment begins with disillusionment, is fueled by the perceived benefit of change and is made permanent by the creation and protection of a new order in place of the old.
Now we can get down to business and get some changes in this lousy Texas penal system. My son will not die in vain.
I don't think people understand the impact when people want to be here and we can all move forward together. I think it's been a tough season for everybody, but we made some changes, got some guys out of here who wanted to leave and now everybody is on the same page.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
People will have to be motivated for behavioral change, providers will have to take greater responsibility for educating and monitoring patients and organizations will need to develop and provide better and more effective tools and interventions.
To make a change often takes a lot of initial energy and effort. This is not unlike a rocket that expends most of its energy in the first few miles even though its destination may be hundreds of thousands of miles away.
Climate change is also clearly a matter of huge interest and concern for the scientific community.
Change is inevitable. Change is constant.
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