Quotes About Transition

We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

Dawn points, and another day Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind Wrinkles and slides. I am here Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.

We die with the dying; See, they depart, and we go with them. We are born with the dead: See, they return, and bring us with them.

The important fact is that for the man the act is eternal, and that for the brief space he has to live, he is already dead. He is already in a different world from ours. He has crossed the frontier. The important fact is that something is done which can not be undone-a possibility which none of us realize until we face it ourselves.

Death! I had not thought Death had undone so many

The young feel tired at the end of an action— The old, at the beginning.

Dust in the air suspended, Marks the place where a story ended.

We must be still and still moving / Into another intensity / For a further union / (...) / In my end is my beginning.

Many people give the appearance of progress by shedding the prejudices and irrational postulates of one generation only to acquire those of the next.

We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

The end is just the beginning

Well, the Theatre's certainly not what it was.

Although I do not hope to turn again Although I do not hope Although I do not hope to turn

What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. — T.S. Eliot, from "Little Gidding," Four Quartets . (Faber & Faber 1959) Originally published 1943.

For what you call restoration to health Is only incubation of another malady.

But I thought I might escape from one life to another, And it may be all one life, with no escape.

I believe the moment of birth Is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth Is the season of sacrifice

You bring me news Of a door that opens at the end of a corridor, Sunlight and singing; when I had felt sure That every corridor only led to another, Or to a blank wall; that I kept moving Only so as not to stay still. Singing and light.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

Things change, but only into themselves. Downstairs

strange days are upon us. Tradition served us, but now it shackles us.

And just like that, it all goes. You think it will never change but that's a lie. Things can change in a day.

A man who embarks on a journey must know when to end it.

When you arrive at the sea, you Do not talk of the tributary. Hakim Sanai F