Quotes About Transition

What is beyond the darkness? Some say chaos and darker night. I say sunrise.

It was perfectly innocent.' That's what Gary Hart said. One day he's running for president, the next he's sitting in an office somewhere making paper-clip chains.

A handful of visits. A series of days. Then she would be gone, with a life of her own, a family of her own. And

As I recall, this word's use means somewhere there is a tree that is now a - a two-legger. -Numair Salmalin

Things change," Daja said softly. "We change with them. We sail before the wind. We become adults. As adults, we keep our minds and our secrets hidden, and our wounds. It's safer.

Things change. We change with them. We sail before the wind. We become adults. As adults, we keep our minds and out secrets hidden, and our wounds. It's safer.

Go nowhere on a horse that fades.

But be sure, the age of Innocence was ended.

It is the ability to perform for days or weeks like balanced and cheerful automata, when some substrata, something upon which our codes or our hopes had firmly rested has given way. Men who lose their wives or their God are quite capable of behaving in this manner, for an indefinite season. After which the collapse is brilliant and total.

Like many who tend and worship a child, thriving on the beneficient power this function gifts them, she saw the onset of the adult with misgiving.

The hubbub she left behind had disconcerted her and for a while her mind was preoccupied with thoughts and questions. Then abruptly, the air was thin and fragrant around her; she looked back and saw the valley growing small, and it grew small in her mind as well.

When the night burned its cloak in the sunrise...

Safe from what? she'd asked. And under her touch, Kovar's kigh had answered, Change.

I hate it. You come out with your fingers and toes all wrinkled, and while you're in there, it's like returning to the womb without the room service.

They themselves have lent it life; light and life to the dead block of ice, and to the silent time that follows midnight. Before they came the waterfall had been roaring, despondent and unconcerned, and the colossus of ice had been merely death, completed and mute. They did not know what they had brought with them before they were ensnared by the play between what has been and what is to come.

Perfect, that's our plan then. But you'll have to give up being a priest first. I wouldn't want to just sit around whispering and sipping hot chocolate.

Yes, well… that's not good. I—" "A lot's happened in this last month

This is also a time of new beginnings for you, and you don't have to keep repeating old habits that don't work for you anymore as you gain new knowledge and understanding of yourself (Hay 1987).

Attention-shifting slowness. Once a sound has my attention, I have trouble letting go and moving on to the next sound. If a mobile phone rings during one of my talks, it totally disrupts my train of thought; it grabs my attention, and my ability to shift back is slower than most people's.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

My only point, the only point that I'm making, is life has got to be allowed to continue even after the dream of life is--all--over....

It's like a switch, clickin' off in my head. Turns the hot light off and the cool one on, and all of a sudden there's peace.

To begin with, I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes had failed them, or they had failed their eyes, and so they were having their fingers pressed forcibly down on the fiery Braille alphabet of a dissolving economy.

Well, sooner or later, at some point in your life, the thing that you lived for is lost or abandoned, and then ... you die, or find something else.