Quotes About Transition

the sound of something irrevocably giving up its shape and becoming, in an instant, something new.

He said being dead was a little like living, only longer.

May God or whoever else spare you the arms of bereavement specialists-- grant mercy from the Team dedicated to your transition in this difficult time yet who won't tell you a thing & know far less.

Grief might be easy if there wasn't still such beauty--would be far simpler if the silver maple didn't thrust its leaves into flame, trusting that spring will find it again.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

missing anything. The northern horizon, which had turned a bluish grey, showed orange again. The orange turned into copper and then into a luminous russet. Red tongues of flame leaped into the black sky. A soft

It had always been so, until the summer of 1947. One

They would no longer be time-bound, that they were free to live in the future, the past, in fantasy. She had been a woman preparing to live, not living.

She was re-creating herself, shedding one skin for another.

I'm all about change, and I know things are going to move forward in life, and that's just how it goes.

In the dense air, a gong reverberated. I wondered if it was to announce the end of my journey or the beginning of a new one.

As he walked the eight miles to where the Sea Venture lay docked, passing from his old life to his new, it would have been perfectly natural for him to wonder if he would ever again see the bustling, civilized city of London with its crowds and theaters and taverns and good food and, of course, his friends at the Mermaid and his family.

Ferrys die, but there is always a Ferry to cross the mist. Bridges and ferryfolk, they are not so different, Kit.

I believe it is time for new leadership that is able to leave the '70s behind.

That stage in life when older people assume that just because you've graduated college you know who you are, or what you're doing, and in fact most people don't.

All that young-girl idealism is someone else's now.

As memórias que eu tenho, e a casa que ainda é minha, ambas estão cheias de coisas que adornam uma vida que eu já não vivo, sentimentos que eu já não tenho.

when my family headed out west, like any birth canal Rochester was forgotten.

The city has seasons, but they're muted, and the transition of summer to fall to winter has more to do with changing temperatures than it does with the leaves turning, or the trees getting bare, or the grass going from brown to green, or getting older.

Now that I no longer live in New York, I don't know if I could ever move back. All that young-girl idealism is someone else's now. That city I know doesn't exist anymore, and it's more alive in my head than it is when I'm there.

Here's what I've learned: When you stand at the lip of something, you're already there.

All good things must someday end. Fortunately, this is also true of bad things.

we are in one of those great historical periods that occur every 200 or 300 years when people don't understand the world anymore, and the past is not sufficient to explain the future