Quotes About Transition

doing many more things until it seemed that ritual had replaced grief.

Change had come over him without his knowing. There had been no precise point at which the city had lost its romance and promise, no point at which he had begun to consider himself old, his career closed, and his visions of the future became only visions of Anand's future. Each realization had been delayed and had come, not as a surprise, but as a statement of a condition long accepted.

But this is madness. I am going in the wrong direction. There can't be a new life at the end of this.

A departure can feel like a desertion, a judgement on the place and people left behind.

That was the best time. The last day, the day of leaving. It was a good journey. It became different at the other end.

If you get too attached to your roots in the old sense, you might actually become unrooted, fossilized. At least in form, at least in style, you must get into the new stream, get the new roots. More of India is doing that. Style becomes substance in one generation. Things that one starts to do because other people are doing it – like wearing long pants, in my father's case – become natural for the next generation.

In fact, the only person who seemed to examine the event with some astonishment was myself, who marvelled that such a turn in my life could occur so easily.

All landscapes eventually turn to land, the gold of the imagination to the lead of reality

Confronted with her, I shed old fantasies. My body obeyed its new impulses, discovered in itself resources that answered my new need.

Everywhere else men are in movement, the world is in movement, and the past can only cause pain.

It isn't easy to turn you 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.

I find that the most difficult thing in prose narrative is linking one thing with the other. The link might just be a sentence, or even a word. It sums up what has gone before and prepares one for what is to come.

In 1871 about 24% of all workers were in "muscle power" jobs (in agriculture, construction, and industry) and only about 1% were in "caring" professions (in health and teaching, child and home care, and welfare), but by 2011 caring jobs claimed 12% and muscle jobs only 8% of the labor force, and many of today's muscle jobs, such as cleaning and domestic service and routine factory line jobs, involve mostly mechanized tasks.

Nothing consoles you for the loss of someone you love. You absorb it into you. You move forward but you move in a different way.' She

The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn. David Russell

Two relationships in the past six years, both of which she'd hung on to long past the sell-by date. They reminded her of a poem she'd once read about love being a kite you couldn't let go of till somebody gave you something better to do. Although

Remember what they say about bridges. The hard thing is to know which ones to cross and which ones to burn.

You cannot count on the physical proximity of someone you love, all the time. A seed that sprouts at the foot of its parent tree remains stunted until it is transplanted. Rama will be in my care, and he will be quite well. But ultimately, he will leave me too. Every human being, when the time comes, has to depart to seek his fulfillment in his own way.

I just need some time to get over all those years of having liked him

Such is time: everything passes, it alone remains; everything remains, it alone passes. And how swiftly and noiselessly it passes. Only yesterday you were sure of yourself, strong and cheerful, a son of the time. But now another time has come – and you don't even know it.

The hide was being flayed off the still living body of the Revolution so that a new age could slip in to it; as for the red bloody meat, the steaming innards - they were being thrown onto the scrapheap. The new age needed only the hide of the Revolution - and this was being flayed off people who were still alive. Those who slipped into it spoke the language of the Revolution and mimicked it's gestures, but their brains, lungs, livers and eyes were utterly different.

Así es el tiempo: todo pasa, sólo él permanece. Todo permanece, sólo el tiempo pasa. ¡Qué ligero se va, sin hacer ruido! Ayer mismo todavía confiabas en ti, alegre, rebosante de fuerzas, hijo del tiempo. Y hoy ha llegado un nuevo tiempo, pero tú, tú no te has dado cuenta.

Staten blev till härskare, det till formen nationella övergick till att bli innehåll och väsen, det socialistiska jagades undan till att bli ett hölje, en fraseologi, ett skal, yttre form.

Yes, everything flows, everything changes, it's impossible to step twice into the same transport.