There is change in all things. You yourself are subject to continual change and some decay, and this is common to the entire universe.
No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either by argument or emotional appeal.
We measure success and depth by length and time, but it is possible to have a deep relationship that doesn't always stay the same.
One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.
I realized that if what we call human nature can be changed, then absolutely anything is possible. And from that moment, my life changed.
A woman's life can really be a succession of lives, each revolving around some emotionally compelling situation or challenge, and each marked off by some intense experience.
Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.
For many men, the acquisition of wealth does not end their troubles, it only changes them.
Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.
Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions, and you change all.
A person needs at intervals to separate himself from family and companions and go to new places. He must go without his familiars in order to be open to influence, to change.
There are people who not only strive to remain static themselves, but strive to keep everything else so ... their position is almost laughably hopeless.
The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.
Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene.
There is not a single ill-doer who could not be turned to some good.
Things do not change; we change.
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.
The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.
The absurd man is he who never changes.
Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.