Quotes About Transition

It is the long still moment of dreamy suspended passion before the spinning clutching descent.

But I had come to where I had never been before, the blessed point of sufficient desperation.

He felt as if something had been completed and he would never see any of those people again.

She thought, this is the end of happiness, darkness begins here.

It was for me a moment of great peace. I did not know then that it was the last, the very last moment of peace, the end of the old innocent world, the final moment before I was plunged into the nightmare of which these ensuing pages tell the story.

I can't see how anything can ever happen to us — I mean, I feel as if, if we leave this place, we shall crumble to pieces.

If only he could be loved by somebody new.

She did not want to be as before. She wanted great changes in her life.

So. The door was open into the dark and he had but to walk through it.

I can't quite believe he has actually left this scene, left our lives, wherein he was always so significant!

I'm sorry, I'm not myself. Or rather I am myself, my new self.

There had been a slaughter of all my other interests, and upon the strange white open scene of the future only one thing remained.

Good-bye to the past, with its mysteries which would never be fully unfolded.

The madcap English weather which had been putting on a passable imitation of June now decided to play March.

Only let the scene end soon and without any horrors.

The new world, he thought, the new life, and how sad it is. I suppose I should be congratulating myself, it may even be that later I shall look back on this as heaven.

Now that the doors of possibility had magically opened one after the other, Ludens realised how much comfort he had derived from uncertainty.

All, all of a piece throughout: Thy Chase had a Beast in view: Thy Wars brought nothing about; Thy Lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an Old Age is out, And time to begin a New. DRYDEN: THE SECULAR MASQUE

Why after two years at that university, he left to study sociology in Birmingham, no one knew clearly. He suddenly, as he said, 'couldn't stand Cambridge'. He wanted to get closer to something — perhaps life. But life continued to reject him.

It was too late to go back. There was a hand which could never, in grace and healing, be laid upon him now.

All was movement, all was change, and somehow this was visible and yet unimaginable.

They haven't been standing still in the past.

The mysterious awful changes which alter the human face from youth to age may gently dally and delay, then act decisively all at once.

I remained, leaning a little on her shoulder, my cheek touching her crown of golden hair. It was fading into grey. One day, without having noticed the transition, I would see that it was gold no longer.