There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one’s position, and be bruised in a new place.

A change of scene is good for a change of mind.

Change is not made without inconvenience, even from worse to better.

I call it relief, though it was only the relief that a snap brings to a strain or the burst of a thunderstorm to a day of suffocation. It was at least change, and it came with a rush.

We are in the midst of change. And change can often feel uncomfortable, especially as it pulls us away from the systems and practices with which we have become familiar, but are no longer serving our needs efficiently.

Change was good. Painful, but good. It made you stronger. When you stopped changing, you started dying.

A change is as good as a rest.

Change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.

Being in an uncomfortable place isn’t bad [and] it isn’t wrong; it’s just different. Sometimes you need to be able to take that chance.

When things are bad, change is good, right? Change means things will get better.

Our minds are so constituted that a change of objects brings nearly as much relief as actual repose.

Change isn't always for the best.

When you move, everything is up in the air, at least for a while. It’s stressful, but in the chaos there are new possibilities. People, including you, can’t hem you in with their old notions. You get shaken out of your ruts

The one who would be constant in happiness must frequently change.