Peggy Noonan Quotes

Everything must change and you do what you can with the changes that are made. You can't stop it. You can't fight it. Everybody tries to go back to yesterday, but you can't go back to yesterday. The only time there is, is now.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.

We can change everything but we can't stop time.

The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.

What worked yesterday doesn't always work today.

What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do its subjects, bugs and birds, cates, dogs, butterflies and people.

... but the longest day hath its evening.

Today is not forever.

No mirror keeps its glances.

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.

Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Britain is not the same anymore of course. It's never the same.

Make today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

Time is the thief you cannot banish.

Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.

I guess it's true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.

Nobody stays in the world that you've seen them in before.