#ang

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that which people in the story change. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#metamorphosis #story #change

I would parade you in the hall of the monarchs of the ocean if you could breathe water. ↗

— S.M. Wheeler

#fantasy #kraken #change

Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things." "Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?" "No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#changes #time #unicorn #age

She realized that the photograph had caused his reaction. It came to her almost as a revelation. Think of it: a photographer presses a button. A few hours later and half a world away, some dots of ink on a news print showed what he had seen-and had the power to touch peoples emotions, perhaps to change their way of thinking. ↗

— Soheir Khashoggi

#photography #the-power-of-images #change

But things change, people change, Gaby. Otherwise what would be the point of living? ↗

— Soheir Khashoggi

#life-lessons #people #change

But you have to let go of it sometime, Gaby. You can't change the past, any of it, and hanging on just eats your life away. ↗

— Soheir Khashoggi

#change

Well, right now it seems that things are going very badly for me, have been doing so for some considerable time, and may continue to do so well into the future. But it is possible that everything will get better after it has all seemed to go wrong. I am not counting on it, it may never happen, but if there should be a change for the better I should regard that as a gain, I should rejoice, I should say, at last! So there was something after all! ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#change

Time had changed the magical to mundane ↗

— Rohinton Mistry

#magical #mundane #time #change

Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#change #flooding #flower #fragile #frost

On April 18, 1906, when that earthquake hit San Francisco and took David from her, Vivien began to speak the language of grief. She understood that grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it. Rather, time insists on passing, and as it does, grief changes but does not go away. Sometimes she could actually visualize her grief. It was a wave, a tsunami that came unexpectedly and swept her away. She could see it, a wall of pain that had grabbed hold of her and pulled her under. Some days, she could reach the air and breathe in huge comforting gulps. Some days she barely broke the surface, and still, after all this time, some days it consumed her and she wondered if there was any way free of it. ↗

— Ann Hood

#change