Gabrielle Zevin Quotes

Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.

Not one is constant, but everything is changing.

It is a constant change. Not one body is constant.

Change is the nature of all objective things.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

Most things don't stay the way they are very long.

Nothing is permanent but change.

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes on, just as the wind in the orchard picks up the leaves from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on.

To-day is always different from yesterday.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

All things are flowing, even those that seem immovable. The adamant is always passing into smoke. The plants imbibe the materialswhich they want from the air and the ground. They burn, that is, exhale and decompose their own bodies into the air and earth again. The animal burns, or undergoes the like perpetual consumption. The earth burns, the mountains burn and decompose, slower, but incessantly.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

Excepting the infinite spirit, everything else is changing. There is the whirl of change.

There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

While we flatter ourselves that things remain the same, they are changing under our very eyes from year to year, from day to day.

Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can't step into the same river twice. Life--evolution--the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy--existence itself--is essentially change.

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.