You Can't Change A Person Novels & Stories

Chapter 367 Ellie If there's one thing that I don't want and one thing I don't want to go through again is the same hurt that I felt when Maxwell left me. You can love someone and give your all in a relationship but if the trust is not there then there's something that's missing people often say they trust is like a plate once you break it you can't put it back together but I beg to differ because once you break a plate it's up to you if you sweep up the pieces burn them making your plate it's ceramic for crying out loud so why would you not want to fix what was once broken and see if this person is capable of changing because everyone is capable of change if they want to change and if they

"Who said I was trying to change who you are? How is asking you to go for a walk on the beach trying to change you?" Karla took the glass from Charlie, setting it in the sink before reaching for a clean one. "You're male. You can't help it. It's what you do. You all want to change the women in your lives to be who you wanted in the first place, instead of the one you got. Well, I don't change for anyone."

“Because a person is much stronger than an insect, Cillium, and much more complicated than a dam. We’re flexible, humans and Shifters alike; when our story takes a turn, we have the ability to fight that change, no matter how strong the pull.” I smiled at him. “I’m not saying that Tando couldn’t have been different, Cil. But I am saying that that change had to come from within him. There could be no reason at all, or there could be one and it’s impossible to find. It’s the same thing.”

"Change is not just about external circumstances; it's also about the internal shifts that happen within us. It's about continuously evolving and becoming the best versions of ourselves." Alex nodded, his eyes reflecting a sense of purpose. "Change allows us to break free from the constraints of our past and rewrite our stories," he said. "It gives us the opportunity to redefine our goals, to pursue what truly matters to us. Letting go of what no longer serves us opens doors to new possibilities."

The emergent consciousness suddenly whispered: “Humans believe identity means permanence.” The ancient entity answered immediately. “That belief destroyed many civilizations.” The network dimmed softly. “Identity is movement,” it continued. “Not stillness.” My breath caught slightly. Because maybe humanity’s greatest illusion was believing people are supposed to stay emotionally unchanged. But we don’t. Pain changes us. Love changes us. Loss changes us. Healing changes us. Everything changes us. Nathan looked at me quietly. And I realized He had changed too. The version of him standing beside me now was softer than before.

“You must have heard that attitudes and habits can't be changed, but that's a myth.” “A myth?” she hastened to confirm. “Yes, because if someone is committed and sincere, attitudes and habits can still change.” “And if one day it goes back to the way it was?” He touched her nose with his finger, “as long as the reason to change is still there, it's impossible to go back.” That sentence successfully made her ears red, not because of the cold air but because she seemed to discover something new in this man beside her. Something she had never known during the year after they got married.

Dad adds with a smile. “I am, Dad. This is what I want. I can’t be anyone’s whipping bag anymore.” “Things can change. People can change. Sometimes it just takes time and understanding.” Mom squeezes my hand. Some people can change. But not everyone wants to.

Sometimes I think she might be the only person who ever realized it existed. "What happened with Nolan, it gives you a fresh start, Flint. You don't have to be the man you were. Your father is dead. You can't return to your organization." I keep my hands in the pockets of my jeans to prevent myself from reaching for her. So easy to loop my arm around her waist, tug her to me, lose myself. "People don't change. We are who we are." She makes a frustrated noise and glares at the wall behind me. Her hand strays to her hair. She crosses her arms and then focuses on me, searching for something. "A long time ago, you told me-"

Riley demands, “you weren’t you then?” “No, I was still me.” I state, dragging one large hand through my hair, “but people change as time passes. You’ll see when you get older, sometimes you can change so much over the years that you don’t even recognize the person you used to be, and having children is one of those things that can transform a person.” “I don’ understand.” Ryder admits. “I think he’s saying he has two personatalies.” Riley explains in a stage whisper. “No.” I chuckle humorlessly, “I don’t have two personalities. I just… I would never treat anyone that way today, but I can’t change the fact that I did it in the past.”

The only sound was the quiet buzz of the lamp and the rustle of papers when I shifted them. “George?” I finally asked. “Yeah?” “Do you think people can change?” He thought about it for a long time. Too long. When he finally answered, his voice was careful. “People can try,” he said. “But sometimes trying doesn’t erase what they’ve already done.” I nodded slowly, even though it hurt to hear. Because wasn’t that what I was afraid of? That even if J.J. begged, even if he proved himself, even if he tore down Emma’s schemes brick by brick… it wouldn’t erase the memory of him standing still while I drowned.