Anzia Yezierska Quotes

The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.

Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.

People think of travel, of movement, as a kind of reprieve from life. But they're wrong. Movement isn't a reprieve. There is no reprieve. Movement is our permanent state.

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.

The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.

Time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life.

The world is but a perpetual see-saw.

Stability is not the way of the world.

Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles.

Die and born again, die and born again. It's the story of my life.

Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.

The more things change, the more they are the same.

Life is like this: things come and go.

A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another, yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life's endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates life's beginnings, along with all the muted and explosive moments that surface between the two extremes.

Can anything be constant in a world which is eternally changing?

It was more work than it seemed, looking through a telescope, as the Earth was continually moving and you had to move along with it. You don't realize how fast this acutally happens, and it's kind of both creepy and wonderful when you stop to think about it. And it makes you realize there's absolutely no way to avoid change. You can sit there and cross your arms and refuse it, but underneath you, things are still spinning away.

This old world keeps spinnin’ round; It’s a wonder tall trees ain’t layin’ down.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.

The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still.

Our lives are changing, this old world keeps turning. And I sit here and wonder, baby, what we're really learning.

The world is nothing but change, our life is only perception.

You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that's dying and something that's being born.

... life, by definition, is never still.

So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.