Quotes About Transition

How does one become a butterfly? she asked. You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.

Once you are a butterfly, you can really love – the kind of love that makes a new life. It's better than all the hugging caterpillars can do.

Change goes on all the time. You lose something and you gain something else." - Cery

Everything has changed for the worse." - Cery

Rothen tundis talle kaasa. Ükskõik, millist nõu ta tüdrukule ka annab, kindlasti on masendav ja segadusseajav leida end äkitselt õpilaste väikesest, piiratud ja väiklasest maailmast.

Trudy, there is no such thing as time. Dying is like walking from the living room into the dining room, there are no beginnings or endings.

Between the idea and the reality falls the shadow

when you've seen different things you want to be sure you're adjusting to the right thing.

Switch the direction your past is sending you. Soon enough, it becomes a different past.

in May, 1860, removed to Galena, Illinois, and took a clerkship in my father's store.

Evet beyefendi, ben maymundan geliyorum. Ama siz ona doÄŸru ilerliyorsunuz!

The thing whose address I lost is not the End, it's the Beginning. Not the object to be possessed but the subject that possesses me. Misery

wo Es war, soll Ich werden.

Characters migrate

calcination

I could write the political history of those years based on how Red Label gradually gave way to twelve-year-old Ballantine and then to single malt.

Now he was passing from the playing space with no role left to play but this last one of dying, that comes to all.

For eight years he had been a satellite of F.D.R., revolving about him; now suddenly there was no F.D.R., and Lanny was an asteroid or something, wandering alone through space.

Not an altogether satisfactory way of life, but the only one possible in times when the world is changing so fast that parents and children may be a thousand years apart in their ideas and ideals.

And we shall all be changed in the twinkling of an eye.

They came out into the sunshine and the wind, one after the other like dice falling from a cup.

And yet, just because a story was a certain way didn't mean it would always be like that: stories took their old shape with them and fused it with the new shape. She didn't understand yet how all the tangles of their lives would sort themselves out in her story, but she supposed it would be like raking: not every bit of earth would be untangled at once.

People lived as they had always done; there was no break between past and present. All that had happened in the past had washed away; there was always only the present. It was as though, as a result of some disturbance in the heavens, the early morning light was always receding into the darkness, and men lived in a perpetual dawn

It isn't easy to turn your back on the past. It isn't something you can decide to do just like that. It is something you have to arm yourself for, or grief will ambush and destroy you.