Everything wears out eventually; nothing is permanent. Change is the one constant of life.

I have always argued that change becomes stressful and overwhelming only when you&#39;ve lost any sense of the constancy of your life. You need firm ground to stand on. From there, you can deal with that change.

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.

Written By Emily Brontë

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