Quotes About Transition

No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!

Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending.

The crisis of our time isn't just a crisis of a single leader, organization, country, or conflict. The crisis of our time reveals the dying of an old social structure and way of thinking, an old way of institutionalizing and enacting collective social forms.

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

When people die,' she said softly, 'It doesn't necessarily mean you're ready to give them up.

Ends happen fast, and often arrive before you've been warned they're coming.

Ends happen fast, and often arrive before you've been warned they're coming.

You can fall out of your own safe life that quickly, and nothing you thought you knew will ever be the same again.

Every transformation demands as its precondition "the ending of a world"-the collapse of an old philosophy of life.

Such a revolution of one's world, and of the world in general, threw its shadows ahead

Gdy umarÅ'a, jej krewni powiedzieli mi, ?e w ostatnich miesiÄ…cach jej ?ycia charakter jakby od niej odpadaÅ' kawaÅ'ek po kawaÅ'ku, a? w koÅ"cu dziewczyna powróciÅ'a do stanu dwuletniego dziecka i tak zapadÅ'a w swój ostatni sen.

Unfortunately this is not enough meaning or purpose for many persons who see in the approach of old age a mere diminution of life, and who look upon their earlier ideals only as something faded and worn out.

In 1902, he became engaged to Emma Rauschenbach, whom he married and with whom he had five children. Up till this point, Jung had kept a diary. In one of the last entries, dated May 1902, he wrote: "I am no longer alone with myself, and I can only artificially recall the scary and beautiful feeling of solitude. This is the shadow side of the fortune of love." 17 For Jung, his marriage marked a move away from the solitude to which he had been accustomed.

There is one more point to be made. The spirit of the age is in constant movement. It is like a river that flows on, invisibly but surely, and given the momentum of life in our century, even 10 years is a long time.

No new life can arise, say the alchemists, without the death of the old. They liken the art to the work of the sower, who buries the grain in the earth: it dies only to waken to new life.

The first doctor understood the situation and sent the patient to the second. Here she drew her own conclusions from her dream, and decided to leave. My interpretation of her third dream disappointed her greatly, but she was distinctly encouraged to go on in spite of all difficulties by the fact that it reported the frontier already crossed.

widening gyre

Ann stooped in front of Geneva. "Good-bye, honey. I hope you come and see us again soon." Geneva said nothing, just stared at her solemnly. "Thanks for everything," Justin said. "Good luck making that ballet class." He led his daughter outside where she immediately cringed as the cold air and snow pelted her face. "I'm sorry I didn't bring the car.

But wanting to change, and actually making it happen were two different things.

There is nothing under the moon that is not subject to change.

Ithaca gave you the beautiful journey. Without her you would not have set out. She has nothing more to give you. And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not fooled you. Having become so wise, with so much experience, You will have understood, by then, what these Ithacas mean.

Marla came to school the next day, but it was just to say good-bye. "Why, Marla," Mrs. Tealso said, "I'm sorry to lose you." "Me, too, Mrs. Tealso," Marla said. "I liked it here, and I--" Before she could finish she burst into tears and cried so hard that Mrs. Tealso had to send her to the girls' room to get control of herself.

Nothing is the same afterward, is it? We carry on, as indeed we must, but we are never who we were." He