Quotes About Transition

She wanted to leave, she wanted to lie alone face down on her bed and savor the vile piquancy of the moment, and go back down the lines of branching consequences to the point before the destruction began. She needed to contemplate with eyes closed the full richness of what she had lost, what she had given away, and to anticipate the new regime.

Four or five years - nothing at all. But no one over thirty could understand this peculiarly weighted and condensed time, from late teens to early twenties, a stretch of life that needed a name, from school leaver to salaried professional, with a university and affairs and death and choices in between. I had forgotten how recent my childhood was, how long and inescapable it once seemed. How grown up and how unchanged I was.

It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia.

This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children; they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence.

By what logic or motivation or helpless surrender did we all, hour by hour, transport ourselves within a generation from the thrill of optimism at Berlin's falling Wall to the storming of the American Capitol?

At her elbow was a slim pile of creamy white paper beside which she laid down her pen. It was only then, at the sight of these clean sheets, that the last traces, the stain, of her own situation vanished completely. She no longer had a private life, she was ready to be absorbed.

A fejed, az agyad az nem olyan, mint egy büfékocsi, hogy rendbe teszed, és kidobálod az üres konzervdobozokat az ablakon. Az nem valami hely, inkább olyan, mint egy folyó, mindig mozgásban és változásban van. Egy folyóban nem lehet rendet rakni.

She was never coming back, she no longer knew what knitting was, but wrapping up her scores of needles, her thousand patterns, a baby's half-finished yellow shawl, to give them all away to strangers was to banish her from the living.

Lo necesito. Tengo cincuenta y nueve años. Es mi último cartucho. Todavía no he visto pruebas de que exista otra vida después de ésta.

That naked childlike surrender, before she rose to assume an adult's armour, seemed first thing this morning like a essential from which she was banished.

He walked across the land until he fell in the ocean

The temptation of the old, born into the middle of things, was to see in their deaths the end of everything, the end of times. That way their deaths made more sense.

It was a chilly sensation, growing up.

He had reached that point—late thirties was common—when one's parents set off on their downhill journey. Up until that time they had owned whoever they were, whatever they did. Now, little bits of their lives were beginning to fall away or fly off suddenly like the shattered wing mirror from the Major's car. Then larger parts came away and needed to be gathered or caught mid-air by their children. It was a slow process. Ten

One great inconvenience of death, according to Roland, lay in being removed from the story. Having followed it this far he needed to know how things would turn out.

Caen las hojas. Llega la primavera, y tu caída.

He was saying goodbye to a cherished part of his life, and he wondered: Was it necessary for me to leave it in order to see it from this new perspective

Habbab, who had appeared out of nowhere like someone stripped of his past, would in due course find himself stripped naked on the portals of his future.

Many historians emphasize the catastrophic breaks, ruptures, turning points, as the true stuff of history, but the field would be incomplete without a look into the continuities.

Where to now? I asked. Hold on, Robert said. I'm still . . . coming to terms with your mode of transportation. Take your time, I nudged Cuddles, turning her to give him a better view. Cuddles flicked her ears, lifted her feet, and pranced. Oh dear God.

sometimes what you go looking for isn't as important as what you leave behind.

In my experience, the ex-military guys came in two types. The first grew long hair, sprouted beards, and indulged in all the things they hadn't been able do while they'd been in the armed forces. The second did their best to pretend they never got out.

She was pretty sure that if you died in the South, you'd have a layover in Atlanta before you reached the afterlife.

I've been involved with 'Hamilton' for about two and a half years. I've learned so much. I came into it a young man. Now I've dropped the 'young.'