#l

A mere redrawing of borders, a change in governments, those things can never faze a Jewess with a good supply of hand wipes in her bag. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#insightful #change

Because no matter what they say, you always have a choice. You just don’t always have the guts to make it. ↗

— Ray N. Kuili

#courage #guts #life #true-to-yourself #courage

So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours] ↗

— Taylor Swift

#lyrics #music #love

Or has your dad changed his mind about that?" Alex sneered. "My father never changes his mind." "Oh, that's right. Your dad's the sort who'll bang his head into a brick wall over and over, convinced the wall will eventually collapse. But it isn't the bricks that are going to cave in, Alex. Fortunately you seem to have avoided that particular character flaw - you're messed up in an entirely different way. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#alpha #faythe #change

I just wanna say nothing is permanent in this world, only change ↗

— Jayson Engay

#facts-of-life #change

Look at Mexico. We need to make that government better and end the corruption. If people have a better life in their country, they won't come over here. ↗

— Tony Garza

#better life #come #corruption #country #end

They damned the books I read and the things I thought by calling them immoral; later the fashion changed, and they damned things by calling them ‘clever. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#beauty

Nature is our book," [Aristotle] would say. "It is the most sacred text we have. Line by line, reason will unlock the mysteries of our world, and once we understand them it will change the way we think. ↗

— J.L. Taylor

#change

Tonight she was just plain Liz, nobody extraordinary, paranormal, or otherwise. Tomorrow, that would change. ↗

— Eli Hinze

#paranormal #young-adult #change

You want to know, companions of my youth, How much has changed the wild but shy young poet Forever writing last poem after last poem; You hear he’s dark as earth, barefoot, A turban round his head, a bolo at his side, His ballpen blown up to a long-barreled gun: Deeper still the struggling change inside. ↗

— Emmanuel F. Lacaba

#change