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Mother nature changes her looks for the same reason any woman changes her looks—to be noticed.  ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#looks #mother-nature #richelle #richelle-goodrich #women

We are all the product of things we've never seen and people we never met. In fact, if just one little detail had been changed in their lives, we may not even exist! ↗

— Melanie Johnston

#genealogy #the-last-lord-of-paradise #change

Fear of change was a weakness ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black #black-dagger #black-dagger-brotherhood #brotherhood #dagger

She has changed in this way that motherhood changes you, so that you forget you ever had time for small things like despising the color pink. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#change

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, but I chose neither one. Instead, I set sail in my little boat to watch a sunset from a different view that couldn't be seen from shore. Then I climbed the tallest mountain peak to watch the amber sun through the clouds. Finally, I traveled to the darkest part of the valley to see the last glimmering rays of light through the misty fog. It was every perspective I experienced on my journey that left the leaves trodden black. And that has made all the difference. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#change #changing #choices #inspirational #life

The more you believe in the power of thought, and the more you listen to your breath, the greater changes you can create in your life. ↗

— Stig Åvall Severinsen

#breatheology #changes #thought #change

They were not unfortunate girls who, as outcasts or in the belief that they were cast out by society, grieved wholesomely and intensely and, once in a while at times when the heart was too full, ventilated it in hate or forgiveness. No visible change took place in them; they lived in the accustomed context, were respected as always, and yet they were changed, almost unaccountably to themselves and incomprehensibly to others. Their lives were not cracked or broken, as others' were, but were bent into themselves; lost to others, they futilely sought to find themselves. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#life-lessons #love #passion #seduction #temptation

It is the custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#mothers #thoughts #beauty

Everything that ever happened to me that was important happened in the desert. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #michael-ondaatje #novels #romance #the-english-patient

I know there was a time, when our country was new, when the assignment of these numbers helped organize something that was on the brink of not existing. But we are no longer that country. We are so much more now. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#change #kiera-cass #the-elite #the-selection #change