#ge

People make changes in their life, and they blend and assimilate. They find a way to make it work. That's where I've always taken the wrong turn. By not taking a turn at all. ↗

— Caprice Crane

#change

Do I want to change the world? To a certain extent yeah. It needs to be changed... it needs a kick up the ass. ↗

— Green Day

#change

While some of us act without thinking, too many of us think without acting. ↗

— Dan Millman

#thinking #change

What has been is no more. Change has come. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#change

The rich world of his ancestors set the standards for Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s own life. It gave him a certainty of judgment and manner that cannot be acquired in a single generation. ↗

— Eric Metaxas

#heritage #life

We must look at the lens through we see the world, as well as the world we see, and that the lens itself shapes how we interpret the world. ↗

— Stephen R. Covey

#perception #reality #change

Literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way a person looks at reality, then you can change it. ↗

— James Baldwin

#gay #change

What you're missing is that the path itself changes you. ↗

— Julien Smith

#impatience #impatient #journey #journey-in-life #life-changing

Who told you that?" I say. "Davy Prentiss?" He blinks. "What?" "What do you mean what?" My voice is harder now. "Your new best friend. The man who shot me, Todd, and who you ride to work with laughing every morning." He clenches his hands into fists. "You've been spying on me?" he says. "Three months I don't see you, three months I don't hear nothing from you and you been spying? Is that what yer doing in your spare time when yer not blowing people up?" "Yeah," I yell, my voice getting louder to match his. "Three months of defending you to people who'd only be too happy to call you enemy, Todd. Three months of wondering why the hell you're working so hard for the Mayor and how he knew to go right for the ocean the day after we spoke." He winces, but I keep going, thrusting out my arm and pulling up on the sleeve. "Three months wondering why you put these on women!" His face changes in an instant. He actually calls out as if he felt the pain himself. He puts a hand to his mouth to stifle it but his Noise is suddenly washed with blackness. He moves his fingertips of his other hand within reach of the band, hovering over my skin, over the band that'll never be removed unless I lose my arm. The skin is still red, and band 1391 still trobs, despite the healing of three mistresses. "Oh, no," he says. "Oh, no." The side door opens and the man who let me in leans out. "Everything all right out there, Lieutenant?" "Lieutenant?" I say. "We're fine," Todd chokes a little. "We're fine." The man waits for a second, then goes back inside. "Lieutenant?" I say again, lowering my voice. Todd's leant down, his hands on his knees, staring at the floor. "It wasn't me, was it?" he says, his voice quiet, too. "I didn't-" He gestures again at the band without looking up. "I didn't do it without knowing it was you, did I? ↗

— Patrick Ness

#rescuing #three-months #todd #viola #change

Magic: it was what happened when the mind met the world, and the mind won for a change. ↗

— Lev Grossman

#change