Quotes About Transition

Well, I think by any expectation South Africa has come a tremendously long way. We've seen a society that many people thought couldn't withstand a peaceful transition to democracy without a great deal of violence, in fact, make that transition and do it in relative peace and security.

Take it slow, little by little. Remember, every small step you take now is adding to bigger change later. Change builds exponentially, with increasing momentum, multiplying on itself.

This must be what dying is like. She tried wiggling a bony finger to attract Rhiannon. She wanted to ask her: is this what it was like?

The Torc— and the crone— go to the underworld via the sacred well and the river.

Anything in history or nature that can be described as changing steadily can be seen as heading toward catastrophe.

Nothing lasts. Everything changes. But the changes are the same. Winter will always turn to spring.

She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different worlds.

I'm sure of one thing," she said earnestly. "It hurts to—to let go of anything beautiful. But something will come to take its place, something different, of course, but better. The future's always better than we can possibly think it will be . . . We ought to live confidently. Because whatever's ahead, it's going to be better than we've had." Rose Wilder Lane Diverging Roads

Sometimes destiny switches the cards on you so that while you're busy escaping from the dog, you find yourself facing the wolf

the previous weeks – a combination of being

When something's gone, it's gone. You look for the next thing.

Listen, you don't want me. Only you don't know it. You just think you do. I've been thrown out of a lot of places.

You got to get out when it's no fun anymore. You'll know when it's over the day it's no fun anymore. You know what I'm saying?

essay on the language of the dying

Things have been happening so quickly that I haven't been able to think them through. Which always makes me a little nervous. Not that anything like this has ever happened to me before.

Suzanne Braun Levine

But he didn't seem surprised to see her. 'Hey.' 'Hey, yourself.' Okay, that was stupid. Her grandmother used to say Hey, yourself. Great, she was turning into her grandmother at the most inopportune time. She didn't want to sound like a well-adjusted sixty-year-old.

It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail,

What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

Dawn comes before sleep does.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away. Dark patches, not light, show in the spaces between us.

There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.