Quotes About Transition

I anticipate a coming season of dilated time and of women all in disarray.

She is getting old, and he is getting old, right on schedule, and yet as time ruins them, they are not, strangely enough, married to each other.

Never worry about what you are escaping from," he said. "Reserve your anxieties for what you are escaping to.

Forget about what you are escaping from,' Ã¢â'¬Â he said, quoting an old maxim of Kornblum's. " Ã¢â'¬ËœReserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to.' 

They were little more than boys, and yet while they differed in race, in temperament, and in their understanding of love, they were united in this: The remnant of their boyhood was a ballast they wished to cut away.

I love the predictions of a man right before his first child is born," Flowers said. "They're like little snowflakes. Right before the sun comes blazing out the clouds and melts those happy dreams away.

Never worry about what you're escaping from, he said. Worry about what you're escaping to.

But he had come here today to stand one final time at the top of one particular signal bridge that he had come to think of as his own, and tell another summer goodbye.

He didn't say anything. He lay there with his eyes closed for a long time after that, sculling along the surface of the sea of pain a little nearer to his story's end or maybe, if that great eschatologist Wernher Magnus Maximilian Freiherr von Braun turned out to be right, toward story on the opposite shore that was waiting to begin.

The little boy had wandered away from his mother, tacking across the grass toward the play structure. His mother watched him go, proud, tickled, unaware that every time they toddled away from you, they came back a little different, ten seconds older and nearer to the day when they left you for good. Pearl divers in training, staying under a few seconds longer every time.

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It was never just a question of escape. It was also a question of transformation.

Bosch counted twenty-two names and it made him miss the old Los Angeles Times. In 1993 it was big and strong, its editions fat with ads and stories produced by a staff of some of the best and brightest journalists in their field. Now the paper looked like somebody who had been through chemo—thin, unsteady, and knowing the inevitable could only be held off for so long.

And when they were finally naked they moved

twelve-hundred-dollar chairs and wore sleek designer shoes with tassels. Gone were the days of thick rubber soles and function over form

It didn't matter what war was fought, coming back home was another battle altogether.

this goes forward it's going to get

anticipated doing, anyway. But for now he was

back from the counter to

shifted one step

The message was clear. It didn't matter what war was fought, coming back home was another battle altogether. He

The gray had not yet chased all of the brown out of his hair but it was getting close to victory.

Nobody smart knows what they want to do until they get into their twenties or thirties.

Kids are more advanced these days. The teenage years now start at 11.