Change is hard at first,Messy in the middle and gorgeous at the end.

Change is hardest at the beginning, messiest in the middle and best at the end.

Either way, change will come. It could be bloody, or it could be beautiful. It depends on us.

All changes, even the most longed for, must have their melancholy

It's so damn hard to bloom… to change. Even when you want to change, want it more than anything in the world, it's hard. Desire to change isn't enough. Or desperation. Couldn't be done without… love.

Change is a difficult, often violent process, both for individuals and for whole species. The more rapidly change, the uglier the conflict.

Change is hard; being miserable is harder.

change is manifesting and it is so beautiful to watch.

We acknowledged that healing is messy, that sometimes it feels like two steps forward and five steps back. But in those moments when we’re kind to ourselves, when we accept that progress isn’t linear, we grow.

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Just for the record darling, not all positive change feels positive in the beginning.

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

Change is never easy, but always possible.

Change always involves a dark night when everything falls apart. Yet if this period of dissolution is used to create new meaning, then chaos ends and new order emerges.