#change

She did not think that those who were late, or the ancestors themselves, would wish punishment upon us, no matter what our transgressions. It was far more likely that there would be love, falling like rain from above, changing the hearts of the wicked; transforming them ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#forgiveness #love #change

❤The world must always keep hope   in their hearts for a better change.   As long as you have life   You have the hope   to change darken nights   into brighter days.   Learn from your mistakes of yesterday.   Live for your dreams today.   Hope for a brighter tomorrow,   For you and humanity. ✌ ↗

— Timothy Pina

#inspritional #change

I like the idea of different theres and elsewheres, an Idaho known for bluegrass, a Bronx where people talk like violets smell. Perhaps I am somewhere patient, somehow kind, perhaps in the nook of a cousin universe I've never defiled or betrayed anyone. ↗

— Bob Hicok

#different-lives #idaho #the-bronx #change

Places change imperceptibly – in detail, at least – a good deal,' said the Doctor, making an effort to keep up a conversation that plainly would not go on itself; 'and people too; population shifts – there's an old fellow, sir, they call Death. ↗

— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

#death #change

I notice I am taking risks with my own security and losing my sensitivity to danger. I don't know it at the time, but the effects of war are reaching into me in unexpected ways, and I am being changed by them. I am surrounded by destruction and the randomness of death, which I cannot fathom. I have felt the closeness of death as tangibly as the whisper of a murderous seducer, and felt the richness, twinged by guilt, of having escaped its grasp. I have seen too often the numb lost look of men consumed by undiluted grief, and heard the howl of children as their mothers are pulled from the rubble of a rocket-blasted home, and I am coming to understand the long dark pain of those who silently endure what first seems unendurable. ↗

— Jason Elliot

#change

Condemnation feels good and it is now a staple of religion, politics, and the media (both left and right), but it changes nothing. Compassion, on the other hand, changes everything. (p. 121) ↗

— Robin R. Meyers

#condemnation #politics #change

From "The Book That Changed My Life": -"But your journey is never over until you return from it to share with society what you have learned." ~ Robert Ballard -"We never anticipate being changed by what we read. Such an experience cannot be planned for." ~ Brother Christopher ↗

— Robert D. Ballard

#change

Love the people by their way they love ,but never love the people by way of their mind ,hard to beleive but the reality in life this is true ,people often change their mind but not their love . ↗

— Rangagowthamca

#love #change

A mental disease has swept the planet: banalization. Everyone is hypnotized by production and comfort -- sewage system, elevator, bathroom, washing machine. This state of affairs, which arose out of a struggle against poverty, overshoots its ultimate goal -- the liberation of humanity from material cares -- and becomes an obsessive image hanging over the present. Between love and a garbage disposal, young people of all countries have made their choice and prefer the garbage disposal. A complete and sudden change of spirit has become essential, by bringing to light forgotten desires and creating entirely new ones. And by an intensive propaganda in favor of these desires. Gilles Ivain (aka Ivan Chtcheglov) ↗

— Tom McDonough

#change

The strings in her mind grew flatter, calmer. The shapes in the hologrid had changed. She heard the man's words, and yet she didn't; the words were not what was really important. And wasn't that right? Words had never been important, only strings, and the strings had shapes like - but not like -the ones around the man. Only the man had disappeared, too, and that was alright, because she, Miri, Miranda Serena Sharifi, was disappearing, was sliding down a steep long chute and each meter she traveled she became smaller and smaller until she had disappeared and was invisible, a weightless transparent ghost that neither twitched nor stammered, in the corner of a room she had never seen before. ↗

— Nancy Kress

#change