Quotes About Transition

The moments that change your life are the ones that happen suddenly, like the one where you die.

He'd wanted changes. It was just that he'd wanted things to stay the same, as well.

About a cookbook...) - What about this one? Maids of Honor? - Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.

Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen.

And in this doleful mood he ventured to wonder if they ever thought back to when things were just old-fangled or not fangled at all as against the modern day when fangled had reached its apogee. Fangling was indeed, he thought, here to stay. Then he wondered: had anyone ever thought of themselves as a fangler?

Sometimes, Tiffany thought, I am so fed up with being young.

If the abnormal goes on long enough it becomes the normal.

this is the room where the future pours into the past via the pinch of now.

Goodbye," Mort said, and was surprised to find a lump in his throat. "It's such an unpleasant word, isn't it?" QUITE SO. Death grinned because, as has so often been remarked, he didn't have much option. But possibly he meant it, this time. I PREFER AU REVOIR, he said.

Old gods do new jobs.

One day it's the ringing of the bells and the casting down of the evil tyrant, and the next it's everyone sitting around complaining that ever since the tyrant was overthrown no one's been taking out the trash.

the world kept turning and the Turtle moved.

Why are you always in such a hurry, Mr. Lipwig?" "Because people don't like change. But make the change happen fast enough and you go from one type of normal to another.

It was usually a case of heir today, gone tomorrow.

Men come and go, but dust accumulates.

That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.

A certain realization dawned on him. 'Oh,' he said. YES, said Death. 'Not even time to finish my cake?' NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

He's going to go totally Librarian-poo.

When I'm old I shall wear midnight, she'd decided. But, for now, she'd had enough of darkness.

They saw that the perfect world is a journey, not a place.

Ave! Duci novo, similis duci seneci",' murmured Mr Slant, drily as only a zombie can manage. 'Or, as we used to say at school, "Ave! Bossa nova, similis bossa seneca!"' He gave a little schoolmasterly laugh. He felt at home with dead languages. 'Of course, grammatically that is completely—' 'And that means . . . ?' said Madam. 'Here comes the new boss, same as the old boss,' muttered Dr Follett.

You know, after a woman's raised a family and so on, she wants to start living her own life.

He felt as if he'd been shipwrecked on the Titanic but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitania.

This was the time, when night wasn't quite over but day hadn't quite begun, when thoughts stood out bright and clear and without disguise.