You Can't Change A Person Novels & Stories

Walter insisted. "How so?" Althea demanded, standing up. "Are you really going to give up? On me? On Jenny and Jackson? On Walter's legacy? On everything he built? That isn't you. That isn't the person I know!” "Well, I've changed," Mrs. Walter insisted calmly. Althea scoffed. "Well, I don't believe you. You can't change who you are. It's not that simple. And for someone like you, it's nearly impossible."

he said. "Okay, dad." "Can you ever change from your evil ways? I think I should rephrase it. Are you willing to change from the evil ways?" The question caught me off guard. How do I answer such a question? My personality and temperament are a part of me. There is no way I can change who I am especially changing it just to please someone. It's not going to be possible. I think the best way to respond to the question is to tell him that I will work on myself.

“We can't compare the two situations like that.” “They are not that different, Elena.” I followed behind her, staying close. “You are a kind person, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, nothing can change that.” “I'm not changing anything. I-I just don't want to lean towards my stupidity anymore. Being kind gives you nothing.”

“I'm not the same man I used to be and I'm not sure I want to be” Adele smiled a sad smile. “Stop trying to change yourself” “Maybe I should,” I mumbled. “I have always thought differently. I think everyone can change in different ways. Sometimes they grow wiser and stronger, or maybe, just maybe, they get scared and hide themselves because they are afraid of what's outside. But they have to move on and face life again eventually.

"You were bad. You did wrong things. Hurt people. Made terrible choices. But then. Then you chose differently. Chose Mama. Chose family. Chose love. Chose transformation. You proved people can change. Can become better. Can redeem themselves. Not by erasing the past. But by building different future." "Exactly," Dante said. Pride. Gratitude. Recognition. "You understand. Really understand. People aren't static. Aren't frozen. Aren't defined permanently by worst moments. We're capable. Of growth. Of change. Of becoming. Always becoming. Never finished. Never complete. Always choosing. Every day. Who we are. Who we're becoming. What we're building." "Is that why we help people?" Gabriel asked.

"It doesn't." We stood there in the courthouse hallway, two former best friends separated by betrayal and pain that no apology could bridge. "Can I ask you something?" Maya said. "Anything." "Do you think people can really change? Or are we just who we are?" I considered the question carefully. "I think people can change their actions. Their choices. Their priorities. But the capacity for ugliness, for jealousy and cruelty, that's always there. Change isn't about becoming someone different. It's about choosing differently despite who you are."

So I settled on a safe one. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shakes his head and then lays back on the blanket with his arm behind his head. “I’d rather not if you don’t mind. There’s no point in dwelling on things that can’t be changed, especially if they changed me as a person.” While those words might seem minor to him, like it’s something he can easily get over, they hit me like a freight train. There is no point in dwelling on things that can’t be changed, especially when they’ve changed you? They resonate with me so much more than he can imagine.

"Sorry. I failed to change my mother." Kara patted Frank on the back. "It's okay. It's not your fault. You've tried your best. I'm actually proud to have a husband who is so wise and patient." Frank was silent for a moment. He let the soothing words sink into his heart. "Besides," Kara continued slowly, "we can't change other people, Frank. The only one who can change them is themselves. We can only provide motivation. The will still has to come from within."

“Good. You deserve to be happy, Felicia. After everything you went through, you deserve someone who treats you well.” The words hit harder than she knows. Do I deserve it? Do people who do what I did get to just move on and be happy? “Anna? Can I ask you something?” “Always.” “Do you think people can change? Like, really change? Or are we just stuck being who we’ve always been?” A long pause. “That’s heavy for a Wednesday night.” “I know. Sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I’m thinking.” Another pause. “I think people can change. But only if they want to. Only if they’re willing to do the hard work of becoming someone different.” Her voice softens. “Why? Are you trying to change?”

Every morning I woke up in this concrete box, surrounded by the consequences of my choices. "Carmen, can I ask you something?" I said. "What?" "Do you think it's possible for someone to change? Like, really change who they are inside?" Carmen looked at me thoughtfully. "Depends on whether they want to change or just want to feel better about themselves." "What do you mean?" "Some people in here go to therapy and write letters and talk about how sorry they are, but they're really just sorry they got caught," Carmen explained. "Other people actually look at themselves honestly and decide they don't want to be that person anymore."