Astrid S Quotes

It's hard to watch your life unfold, and sad. Life changes.

Change is rarely comfortable.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

It's hard being on a new network, a smaller network.

Cast changes are a hard thing. For two years, we had this little family. We weren't together when these changes were decided upon. It all happened during our hiatus.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

You go through all the emotions when you're told to move on.

Change brings opportunities. On the other hand, change can be confusing.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.

I am not sad, but I am melancholic. When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

Sometimes change is good. Although I didn't want to leave.

Most want progress but hardly anybody wants change. Change is almost always a little traumatic.

Sudden change, even if it is for the good, is disruptive.

Any time you have change, it costs somebody. Somebody is a loser.

When I got divorced, it was another culture shock. It was going from this world I had been into since the age of 16 to literally standing on the streets of New York in kind of shock.

I mean, it took me a long while to realize that I wasn't gonna play football on a regular basis anymore. I still play once in a while, but that took me a long while to adjust.

I had lost my grandfather just a month-and-a-half before I made my debut. I was suddenly scoring runs and getting into the fray. It was a very trying period for me. I was happy as well as sad.

It's not easy to adapt to losing a lot.

My world was changing, and I was not ready for it.

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--

That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.

Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

Progress may feel more like loss than gain.

The world so quickly adjusts itself after any loss, that the return of the departed would nearly always throw it, even the circle most interested, into confusion.