Quotes About Transition

I'm floating. I'm flowing. I'm loving, but I'm going.

Death is just a door that only love can come and go through.

I can't find who wrote this (it was't me)but I think it is great. Before I was your mother, I was a girl.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

Best of luck in your future endeavors!

It's never too late to change your luck

Players never die - they just try their luck at another table.

All beginnings are delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.

There is no intermediate state between ice and water but there is one between life and death: employment.

History and societies do not crawl. They make jumps. They go from fracture to fracture, with a few vibrations in between. Yet we (and historians) like to believe in the predictable, small incremental progression.

The model was right, it worked well, but the game turned out to be a different one than anticipated.

someone may evolve and contradict earlier beliefs

To value a person consider the difference between how he or she was impressive at the first encounter and the most recent one.

take advantage of a valuable alternative that is superior to what precedes it

the time difference between formal discovery and first implementation

many historians looking at the record have been taken aback by the swiftness of the change.

The future ain't what it used to be," Berra

you need a story to replace a story

So, Nero switched careers to what is called proprietary trading.

la muerte a menudo es un buen paso profesional para el escritor).

those who can drive manual shifts can always drive automatic, but the reverse is not true.

Algunas veces estaba muy triste, pero durante mucho tiempo nosotros pensamos que se curaría de esa tristeza cuando se decidiera a hacerse adulto, porque la suya nos parecía una tristeza como de muchacho, la melancolía voluptuosa y despistada del muchacho que todavía no tiene los pies sobre la tierra y se mueve en el mundo árido y solitario de los sueños.

This life now has nothing to equal to the places and moments we passed through to get here

At times he was very unhappy, but for a long time we thought that he would be cured of this unhappiness when he decided to become an adult; his unhappiness seemed like that of a boy—the absent-minded, voluptuous melancholy of a boy who has not yet got his feet on the ground and who lives in the sterile, solitary world of his dreams.