Quotes About Transition

There's always an end. But the end is always the beginning of something else. The periods we write into our lives are always provisional, in one way or another.

Growing older meant losing a little bit of energy every single day. And one day it would be completely gone.

In life, people walked together part of the way. Then their paths diverged, so slowly and unnoticed that it wasn't clear what had happened until it was too late. And by that time they were already out of sight of each other.

I used to go to work every day. Now I climb the walls.

Wallander smiled to hear how he too used to speak, before his move to Ystad had changed his dialect.

Once more they had left their own time for another age. The age of Bellman, the bacchanalian 18th-century poet.

Growing older was like a mist silently drifting across the sea.

Growing older is like walking on thinner and thinner ice.

At what point does the normal suddenly become the abnormal? he

Births and deaths are going on all around us all the time. But the dying seems more pronounced when you reach the front of the line. Now that my father is dead there's no one ahead of me anymore.

Il n'y a pas de barrière substantielle entre l'inorganique et le vivant, ni entre le vivant non humain et l'humain.

the human mind is so constructed that it cannot begin to understand the new until it has done everything in its power to relate it to the old.

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

It is quite understandable that you are afraid of this place. You have so little knowledge of it. You have caught glimpses of it, you have even been there at times, but for most of your life you have dwelt among your emotions, passions, and feelings and searched in them for inner peace and joy.

the more capable you are of mourning the loss of the old place and letting go of the pain that lies there. You cannot mourn something that has not died.

As the beloved son, I have to claim my full dignity and begin preparing myself to become the father.

Every time I take a step in the direction of generosity, I know that I am moving from fear to love.

Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and where we want to be. (Finding My Way Home)

You have come to realize that you must leave it (the old country) and enter the new country, where your Beloved dwells. You know that what helped and guided you in the old country no longer works, but what else do you have to go by? You are being asked to trust that you will find what you need in the new country. That requires the death of what has become so precious to you: influence, success, yes, even affection and praise.

The years that lie behind you, with all their struggles and pains, will in time be remembered only as the way that led you to your new life.

I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.

I will come to you, my friend, when I no longer need you. Then you will find a palace, not an almshouse.

Autumn came, with wind and gold.

If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again—if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man—then you are ready for a walk.