Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.

We live in a moment of history where changes is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay for remaining the same.

So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all - pluc c'est la meme chose, plus ca change.

Things do not change, we do.

And you must know we do not really change over time; we are as flowers unfolding; we merely become more nearly ourselves.

I beg you, do not be unchangeable; do not believe that you alone can be right. The man who thinks that, the man who maintains that only he has the power to reason correctly, the gift to speak, the soul - a man like that, when you know him, turns out empty.

People don't really change. They just peel back layers, and you see what they're really like.

I was going to change my shirt, but I changed my mind instead.

There are threads that help you find your way back, and there are threads that intend to bring you back. Mind turns to pull, it's hard to pull away. I'm always thinking of going back. When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing yourself. People do go back, but they don't survive because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you can choose between the two realities. There is much pain here. Some people think you can have your cake and eat it. The cake goes moldy and they choke on what's left. Going back after a long time will make you mad because the people you left behind do not like to think of you changed, they'll treat you as they always did, accuse you of being indifferent when you are only different.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

I guess some people never change. Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

People avoid change until the pain of remaining the same is greater than the pain of changing.

I had hit a critical period in my life, where I changed very much as a person. I consider the person I used to be, dead, and I'm glad that he is. Insecure, frightened, confused, much like a lot of people I know today.

Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them. Disagree with them. Glorify, or villafy them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Don't be too eager to find out a secret. . . it could change your life forever.

He does not belong; reality itself does not accept his surreal visions. Why hold back? Why shouldn't he reshape the world into something that will accept him? He's been shut out long enough.

Because we give up our old selves, any change is a "little death." To choose this, to will it, and to seek it out is an act of incredible courage. It brings the "little death" which is part of rebirth. Not to change is to stagnate and die; but to willingly offer up the life we know is to find an even greater life.

I can't go back to yesterday, I was a different person then.

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They are quite aware of what they're going through.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.

People change and forget to tell each other.

You've changed so much. I guess that's what happens. I wish you knew how much you changed me. I wonder if I changed you, if your life is different because of me. Because mine's different. My God, you taught me so much, and now we don't even talk to each other. I guess that's what happens.

When we have to change our mind about a person, we hold the inconvenience he causes us very much against him.

Things may be bad, or things couldn't be better, but one thing's for sure - they'll change.

Day by day, nothings seems to change, but pretty soon, everything is different.