Quotes About Transition

Nothing resembles today so much as tomorrow.

A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.

Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love.

insan öldü?ünde uzunca bir süre için ölür-

I don't want to be a 'teen star' because so many people don't ever grow out of that.

Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love—you know, things I don't care about anymore.

Well dressed to-day; only a langouti tomorrow. --Mauritius proverb

I know in an existential sense that life can change on a dime ... something has instantly and inexorably changed in American life.

We must remember that we are living in an age in which the ground is shifting and the foundations are shaking. I cannot answer for other times and places. Perhaps it has always been so. We know it is true today.

In our society many of the old rituals have lost much of their power. New ones have not arisen.

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

In describing one way of going mad, I shall try to show that there is a comprehensible transition from the sane schizoid way of being-in-the-world to a psychotic way of being-in-the-world.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?

She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

It was not a happy ending but a happy middle--at last, after so many fraught beginnings.

I've always imagined that one day the path of your life would unroll at your feet and carry you away from us. As it should, as it must. But I am glad that day is not today.

A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.

Once upon a time, there had been gods. Now there were only children going about in their dead parents' undergarments.

It wasn't even an alternate version of his life. He hadn't gone back in time and done everything differently to get to this place. It turned out that sometimes it's enough to start doing things differently now.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

And at that moment, for no reason he could put into words, the hourglass shattered. No more, the cool gray sift of days, the diligent waiting for the future to trickle forth. Lazlo's dream was spilled out into the air, the color and storm of it no longer a future to be reached, but a cyclone here and now. He didn't know what, but as surely as one feels the sting of shards when an hourglass tips of a shelf and smashes, he knew that something was happening. Right now.

To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.

It was, and then it wasn't. Karou's stomach roiled as she contemplated the possibility of being so suddenly not.