Quotes About Transition

You have to take control of your life, stop being a victim of your past, and start moving on to something new. You have to make a choice. You have to change. Even when the change is scary.

Choice equals change. Making a choice is often difficult because it requires change. And that change can be threatening.

Dead, with my eyes wide open, I began a new life without a body. I had nothing to fear.   DOWNTOWN

And so it ends as it began. By the light of two suns. Before stepping into a larger world.

You work nearly all your life to retire, yet, when you finally do, you're so conditioned to work that you suffer from a lack of meaningful deeds to be accomplished. Joe silently shook his head and laid the cola on

destination for Cubans arriving from the island.

It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

The test is in leaving the castle,' said the Supreme Grand Master. 'To give up all that came before and begin again with nothing.

But by Alexander Liholiho's time some of them at least were ready to let their cables into the earth and accept the kingdom, with all its faults, as home.

Usually, they have to attach a tentacle to someone else before detaching all the tentacles from their current object.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

Waiting for the pen to dry up so he can start fresh with thoughts that are worth new ink.

Permanence: Just because they die, she said, doesn't mean they go away.

When you get to a certain age, there is no coming back.

It's not the destination that matters. It's the change of scene.

They drove, the city slowly dissolving around them and breaking up into fields and trees.

We do not know what is on the other side of the storm.

She told them: the hardest part is to start over by building something new.

For the first time in a long time, she had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Her life was a white room. She felt like one of her patients who came out of her treatments and suddenly had an emptiness in their brain where something horrible had been. They'd faced their fears, but they always asked her what to do next. She told them: the hardest part is to start over by building something new.

No matter how long the sun may linger on his long and weary journey, at length evening comes with its sacred song.

For the first time she realized she'd spent so much time mourning a world that had ended ages ago, hoping to resurrect it, that she'd never paid attention to what it was becoming. Or returning to again, now that it was unfettered. Where were the centaurs, she might have asked instead. Where were the gorgons, the furies, the giants and the gods?

The oaks were a mellow orange, the maples a blazing red, the birches a creamy yellow, and then ippy air between them was suffused with the golden light of late afternoon. It bit gently, with a promise of winter and the icy teeth to come.

Happy endings are bullshit. There are only happy pauses.

If there's an opposite of a honeymoon, it's the week after a couple's first child is born.