Changed Circumstances Quotes

I miss hanging out with my friends, getting in a little trouble. I have to be so guarded now.

Certainly my life will not ever be as private and discreet, and perhaps I should even use the word insulated, as it was before.

It's interesting to all of a sudden be considered valuable.

In another time and place, she might have felt differently, but thinking along those lines was pointless now.

People don't really give me much anymore, and for good reason. I have to pay for a lot of stuff now, I can afford a lot more than I ever could before. No one really gives me anything anymore, but it feels good.

I saw my ex-husband in the street. I was sitting on the steps of the new library. Hello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified. He said, What? What life? No life of mine.

Now, two years have passed and the situation is completely different: no one wants to organise this match.

It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it

When I was broke, no one ever offered to buy me a beer. Now that I have quite a bit of money, everybody tries to buy me beers. Where were all these people back when I was in college and broke?

I know it can't be the same between us, but that doesn't change the way I felt about you then.

Eisenhower advocated a variety of strong actions which he had never taken when he was president. Maybe this was just the pattern of former presidents; maybe it reflected how much the circumstances had changed on the ground.

it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

In those days he was wiser than he is now; he used to frequently take my advice.

An irrelevance, and your life's altered.

I can buy anything I want now. It hasn't changed me personally. It just changed what I can do for myself and my family.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable, but her story and mine are different now. It wasn't easy for me to accept this simple truth, because there was a time when our stories were the same, but that was six years and two lifetimes ago.

Well, I was lost but now I live here! I have severely improved my predicament!

Years ago the public used to hound me but now I can go shopping in peace.

Our moment had passed somehow. I was different. He was, too. Without our “madness” to unite us, there wasn’t anything much there. Or maybe too much had happened in too short a time. It’s like when you take a trip with someone you don’t know very well. Sometimes you can get very close very quickly, but then after the trip is over, you realise all that was a false sort of closeness. An intimacy based on the trip more than the travellers, if that makes any sense.

People parted, years passed, they met again- and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.

I try to go throughout my daily life just as if nothing has changed, but you don't have much anonymity anymore, which feels really good. People come up, and say hi and they enjoy your work.

I cleaned up my act, and I made this rap thing work for me. I thought people would respect me for that. But instead, it's, 'Oh, he's sold all these records, and now he thinks he's all that.'

But things were different now. I finally had my head -pun intended- on straight.