Quotes About Transition

Winter comes for all of us, Catelyn thought. For me, it came when Ned died. It will come for you too, child, and sooner than you like. She did not have the heart to say it.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die. Death reached for him, screaming. Bran spread his arms and flew.

Jon was still not certain how he felt about it. Robb a king? The brother he'd played with, fought with, shared his first cup of wine with? But not mother's milk, no. So now Robb will sip summerwine from jeweled goblets, while I'm kneeling beside some stream sucking snowmelt from cupped hands.

Taking his arm, Pylos led him inside. In his youth, Cressen had walked briskly, but he was not far from his eightieth name day now, and his legs were frail and unsteady. Two years

Up from the South they came in increasing droves,

revolution was taking place in Negro society.

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

The tide of evolution carries everything before it, thoughts no less than bodies, and persons no less than nations

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish.

There were a lot of people in the service," says Dickey, "who cried when they were discharged because they knew they would have to go back to driving taxicabs and working in insurance offices.

The age of the book is almost gone.

It's been a long hard ride. See you on the other side

Governments, churches, and educational institutes, once the keepers of order and social enlightenment, are now scrambling to remain relevant as our collective consciousness and connectivity grows.

It is all too common for caterpillars to become butterflies and then to maintain that in their youth they had been little butterflies. Maturation makes liars of us all.

It will take time to restore chaos

My movements to the chair of government will be accompanied by feelings not unlike those of a culprit who is going to the place of his execution.

The cradle is shallower than the grave.

Tiens, une ville qu'on traverse la nuit, et tout à coup tu dépasses la dernière maison, tu retombes dans le silence, comme dans le vide.

I don't know whether war is an interlude during peace, or peace an interlude during war.

Vivir es pasar de un espacio a otro sin golpearse

I can feel myself giving up over time. Getting used to it. Old age is getting used to things.

Childhood and youth are full of verbs. You can't sit still. Everything in you is growing, gushing forth, developing. Later the verbs are gradually replaced by the nouns of middle age. Kids, cars, work, family—the substantial things of the substantives. Growing old is an adjective. We enter into the adjectives of old age—slow, boundless, hazy, cold, or transparent like glass.