Quotes About Transition

She remembered then what had been at the back of her mind. Barracus had told her that the veil to the world of the dead had glowed a strange green when he passed through it. He had told her that when he had gone through that green wall, that was how he knew that he had crossed over into the underworld. He had called it the green breadth of the spirits.

The room, rather than breaking into whispering, as Dalton expected, fell into a stunned, dead silence. Dalton then realized, for the first time, really, that he had been born and lived his entire life under the reign of the old Sovereign. An era had ended. Many in the room had to be thinking the same thing.

Life is about change. Change has both good and bad elements to it. You can either deal with the way things have changed and move forward, or you can let bitterness about what's lost in the past rob you of your future.

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A lot of people merely marked time until a holiday, until they could go on vacation, until they could retire, always waiting for their life to begin.

Dance with me, Death. I am ready. - Richard Cypher Rahl

Too long we have lived looking to the past and not to the future! Too long we have chased old ghosts and been blind to new callings! Too long we have listened to those who would seek to drag us into war and ignored those who would guide us on a path to peace!

But the past is past, and we must now go on with what must be done. The prophecies say that the greatest danger now lies before us.

You cannot go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending." It's Not All Downhill From Here

All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.

There's a door. Where does it go? It stays where it is, I think.

The turtle moves.

He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.

People don't like change. But make the change fast enough and you go from one type of normal to another.

What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the moon was between the worlds of light and dark, when even the moon lived on the edge...maybe then a witch could believe in the moon.

Magic never dies. It merely fades away.

Belief, he says. Belief shifts. People start out believing in the god and end up believing in the structure.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.

It was amazing how many people spent their whole lives in places where they never intended to stay.

Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don't seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there's a bridge now.

Nothing's louder than the end of a song that's always been there.

People build something that works. Then circumstances change, and they have to tinker with it to make it continue to work, and they are so busy tinkering that they cannot see that a much better idea would be to build a whole new system to deal with the new circumstances. But to an outsider, the idea is obvious.

The most important thing was that time had passed, pouring thousands of soothing seconds across the island. People need time to deal with the now before it runs away and becomes the then.