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It's so worth-while being a judge, because, if I make good, I can help prove that a woman's place is as much on the bench, in City Council, or in Congress, as in the home. ↗

— Florence E. Allen

#being #bench #city #city council #congress

Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities. ↗

— Saul Bellow

#boredom #fulfillment #change

Look around you. Everything changes. Everything on this earth is in a continuous state of evolving, refining, improving, adapting, enhancing…changing. You were not put on this earth to remain stagnant. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#adapting #change #enhancing #evolving #improving

I'm a girl." When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression. "Indeed," she said. Deryn's mouth feel open. "You mean you...Did you barking know?" "I had no idea at all. But I make it a policy never to appear surprised." Dr. Barlow sighed, staring out the window. "Though on this occasion, it is proving rather more demanding than usual. A girl, you say? And you're quite certain? ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#certainty #deryn #girl #goliath #leviathant

Slowly his resistance ebbed. She felt the change in his body, the relaxing of tension, his shoulders curving around her as if he could draw her into himself. Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. “My love is upon you,” he whispered…and she knew then that she had won. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lisa-kleypas #sebastian-st-vincent #change

I'm not sure why I've decided to do this. I'm not any stronger than I was, and nothing else has changed. But all the same, this time I'm not going to run away. It's okay to feel weak sometimes. It's okay to be afraid. The important thing is that we face our fears. That's what makes us strong."-Yuki ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#change

Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. But for an instant – because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies ↗

— Alejandra Pizarnik

#melancholy #change

I got my head bashed in at a demonstration against the Vietnam War. Police were losing control because they were up against a world they really didn't understand. ↗

— Terry Gilliam

#bashed #because #control #demonstration #got

But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that wheter God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-lost-souls #clary-fray #god #jace-lightwood #jace-wayland

We come back to the same people to learn something about how we have changed. We want to be assured that we have changed. We so want our pictures to paint differently than they do. ↗

— Heather Duffy Stone

#identity #ya #change