Quotes About Transition

I can relate to having those people in your life that you feel are moving on to this great, big, normal life and you're like, 'What's wrong with me?'

I burnt myself out of skating. I was ready to focus on being a mom.

We postpone the finality of heartbreak by clinging to hope. Though this might be acceptable during early or transitional stages of grief, ultimately it is no way to live. We need both hands free to embrace life and accept love, and that's impossible if one hand has a death grip on the past.

I say folks who hang on to the past miss their chance for a future.

Leni felt distance spreading between them. That was how change came, she supposed: in the quiet of things unspoken and truths unacknowledged.

Rain Valley newcomers pretty much fell into two groups: people running away from something and people running away from everything.

In time, his grief had turned to anger and then drifted toward sorrow, and now, finally, it had settled into a lingering sadness that was a part of him, not the whole.

Every choice changed the road you were on and it was too easy to end up going in the wrong direction. Sometimes, settling down

Children become adults who become children again.

I was not good at the whole making-death-a-positive-transition thing. How could I? I wanted her to fight to the last breath. It was a mistake. I should have listened to her fear, comforted her. Instead I'd promised her that everything would be okay, that she would heal.

If a God ceases being the way of life, he must fall secretly.

And —already—you are leaving. You have crossed the water.

there is direction but there is no destination

Life, at its best, is a flowing, changing process in which nothing is fixed.

Clients seem to move toward more openly being a process, a fluidity, a changing. They are not disturbed to find that they are not the same from day to day, that they do not always hold the same feelings toward a given experience or person, that they are not always consistent. They are in flux, and seem more content to continue in this flowing current. The striving for conclusions and end states seems to diminish.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

We emphasize that we believe in change because we were born of it, we have lived by it, we prospered and grew great by it. So the status quo has never been our god, and we ask no one else to bow down before it.

Wie soll man die neue Zeit ertragen - wenn sie mit nichts als Mord beginnt?

For decades, you get up every morning knowing who you are, what you're expected to do that day. Maybe you like the accolades that come with the job, but it's the routines, the boundaries and the sense of accomplishment you miss when the work's not there any longer.

When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get well,' said the Crow solemnly.

we understand the world by studying change, not by studying things.

Fearing the transition, being afraid of death, is like being afraid of reality itself; like being afraid of the sun. Whatever for?

Time passes more slowly for the one who keeps moving.