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When you'd get a note from someone, the government, it meant something was wrong. This was the way it was. Just goes to show you the way that being a chef has changed, you know - being on the bottom of the social scale and now being what we are, it's incredible, it's terrific.

When you choose to follow Christ, you choose to be changed.

When you live life for yourself it's hard on everyone. And that hasn't changed. For me, if anything, it's gotten worse.

When you speak in another accent, it affects you. You can't help but be changed by it.

Who is the person in my life for whom my presence allowing them to have a true second chance, allowing them to have an authentic relationship, who is the person for whom if I do that, their life can be changed for the better? That's something we can do right now with the people right next to us.

Why are we doing all these handstands, backbends and arm balances? I don't know why we're doing them unless our lives are shaped and changed.

Women watch plenty of television and theater. They're consumers, like everybody else. I think people don't thinking women go to the movies is a thing that still has to be addressed and changed.

Writing is literally transformative. When we read, we are changed. When we write, we are changed. It's neurological. To me, this is a kind of magic.

Wow people changed. I can't believe I liked them!

You always are changed when you come back from summer camp.

Yoga changed my life. Hopefully, it will do that for others.

[Writing] totally changed my life. It gave me my life. Everything opened up.

Yes, sampling has changed not just my way of playing and composing.

Yogi Bear changed my life in ways that I can't explain because it's not a full feature on me.

You are currently experiencing desire; otherwise, you wouldn't be reading these words. Even if you are reading them at the behest of someone else, you are motivated by your desire to please that person. And if you stop reading, you will not do so because you have stopped desiring but because your desires have changed.

You can change a person in their exterior aspects, but the soul remains, it still is there, and especially if that person has been changed involuntarily.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

You can not become who you want to be until you have changed who you used to be

You can learn to change the world or go on being changed by it.

You really haven't changed, you've just become more of yourself. That is really what were all trying to do: become more of ourselves.

You can't repeat things because each time is different. The universe has changed. Everything has changed.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

You didn't wake up, your dreams just changed gear.

You haven’t changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.

You look out there and there's people that, their day is changed because of your contribution to it.

Zero, zero belief in myself. And it's changed somewhat, but there's still a lot of that in me.

Your lungs are changed forever from your first cigarette.

You were one person, and you changed the world.

You will not find that I ever changed a view or a vote because of any donation that I ever received.

Astrid looked at Lana, now leaning against the window, and Diana, lost in thought, and reminded herself that at times she had hated Diana. She had told Sam to kill her if necessary. And she had disliked Lana as a short-tempered bitch who sometimes abused her privileges. She let her mind move beyond these two. Orc, who had been the first to kill in the FAYZ, the first murderer. A vicious drunk. But someone who had died a hero. Mary. Mother Mary. A saint who had died trying to murder the children she cared for. Quinn, who had been a faithless worm at the start and had been a pillar at the end. Albert. She still didn’t know quite what to think of Albert, but it was undeniable that far fewer would have walked out of the FAYZ without Albert. If her own feelings were this conflicted, was it any wonder the rest of the world didn’t know what to do with the Perdido survivors?

A hero is one who has changed, but remains himself.

And if words mean something to you, if an idea moves you, aren't you changed, just a little?

A sweaty bum crack will become the norm in a climate changed world.

Fill the world with acid rain clouds and you will be in a new era of evolution, due to the changed electromagnetic frequencies emissions and light emissions from the lightning clouds. A new era of global environmental radiation!

Everybody has gone through something that has changed them in a way that they could never go back to the person they once were.

Everyone Regenerates, different ways one regenerates by watching horror and thinking of the good side. Other cry, but in the end all reliase that there isn't purpose of thinking this topic, there isn't purpose to cry. Somebody have died and that's all and It can't be changed!

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.

High altitude astronomy was the only field that I worked in where workers had changed gender during their time there. Two males became females and one female that had been previously attracted to males later became attracted to females. I had not heard of this in other fields that I had worked in.

He would never be that way again. He would never have the power of that specific kind of not-knowing.

He has come back from the verge of nevermore and is changed forever, and not just for the new bumps and scars upon his young head, bumps with a story to tell. I am a boxer! Yes, Sam has a calling now and a destiny and, day by day, gains in fortitude and definition, further moved to emotion by his bosom friends and further restored to vigour in thew and sinew.

I can't change it now, and besides, I like who those years made me into,

I am not the same what i was before few years. The loss of them changed me that is why people may think i have lot of attitude.

Is it true?” I ask him. “Is what true?” His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. “That you still love me,” I say, breathless. “I need to know.” Alex nods. He reaches out and touches my face—barely skimming my cheekbone and brushing away a bit of my hair. “It’s true.” “But . . . I’ve changed,” I say. “And you’ve changed.” “That’s true too,” he says quietly. I look at the scar on his face, stretching from his left eye to his jawline, and something hitches in my chest. “So what now?” I ask him. The light is too bright; the day feels as though it’s merging into dream. “Do you love me?” Alex asks. And I could cry; I could press my face into his chest and breathe in, and pretend that nothing has changed, that everything will be perfect and whole and healed again. But I can’t. I know I can’t. “I never stopped.” I look away from him. I look at Grace, and the high grass littered with the wounded and the dead. I think of Julian, and his clear blue eyes, his patience and goodness. I think of all the fighting we’ve done, and all the fighting we have yet to do. I take a deep breath. “But it’s more complicated than that.” Alex reaches out and places his hands on my shoulders. “I’m not going to run away again,” he says. “I don’t want you to,” I tell him. His fingers find my cheek, and I rest for a second against his palm, letting the pain of the past few months flow out of me, letting him turn my head toward his. Then he bends down and kisses me: light and perfect, his lips just barely meeting mine, a kiss that promises renewal.

If the natural environment is changed and the electromagnetic radiation levels increase, then it may cause illness and disease in humans.

I, Electra, fingering my garments and my face, for in hours I was changed. Now I am merely one who has killed.

If the teachings of the early Christians changed Rome and the entire Roman Empire, we can’t point to any great change that the teachings coming from our pulpits today are producing upon our world in general

I have every expectation that cancer will become known as the disease of human evolution trying and failing to adapt to a significantly changed environment.

In its purest form, a union becomes part of our very essence. And when that bond is broken, our essence is forever changed.

Internet made changed us... people which taught us about the world stuff... they changed us... We are their experiement.

She lifted her lantern high, and he allowed her to free him from the shadows, casting his face in warm, golden light. He had aged marvelously, grown into his long limbs and angled face. Penelope had always imagined that he'd become handsome, but he was more than handsome now... he was nearly beautiful. If not for the darkness that lingered despite the glow of the lantern- something dangerous in the set of his jaw, in the tightness of his brow, in eyes that seemed to have forgotten joy, in lips that seemed to have lost their ability to smile. He'd had a dimple as a child, one that showed itself often and was almost always the precursor to adventure. She searched his left cheek, looking for that telltale indentation. Did not find it. Indeed, as much as Penelope searched this new, hard face, she could not seem to find the boy she'd once known. If not for the eyes, she would not have believed it was him at all. "How sad," she whispered to herself. He heard it. "What?" She shook her head, meeting his gaze, the only thing familiar about him. "He's gone." "Who?" "My friend." She hadn't thought it possible, but his features hardened even more, growing more stark, more dangerous, in the shadows. For one fleeting moment, she thought perhaps she had pushed him too far. He remained still, watching her with that dark gaze that seemed to see everything.