Quotes About Transition

My master lit a candle in the long midwinter's past Now summer comes and all the fields are burning black and fast.

there had been the two little boys. Now they were gone, too. They loved her and called her and sent her e-mails and would still snuggle up to her to be petted when they were in the mood, but they were men, and though they would always be at the center of her life, she was no longer at the center of theirs.

How can you know things have changed, Julian, if you don't know how things were?

I notice how the relationships I did manage to cling to are starting to fade away. My friends have lives of their own and they move onwards, like a film reel before me.

after we get hitched. About time Blake and Maggie took over this here house

Growing is a patient thing, lad," Daniel explained. "You must give all living things time to adjust to their new surroundings, their new soil, then time to grow, as well.

New year, a new chapter and new possiblities

she'd felt as

now he sensed that she was saying goodbye to him

Life is funny isn't it? Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you're lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that's with following all the signposts

How easily Caleb had taken the teachings of his youth—the many gods, the animate spirit world—and simply recast them in terms of our teaching.

Men raised in a culture of blood revenge do not change in a day.

But then again, I was not fifteen anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.

What an odd course fate charts for us, does it not? Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you to an unintended harbor. But here, perhaps, the vessel lies that will carry you onward to the place where you were always meant to go.

I need, I suppose, to account for my life, and for my part in Caleb's crossing from his world into mine, and what flowed on from it.

I had begun this journey following him into the hidden corners of his world and here it ended with him crossed over into the brightest heights of mine.

My life, this is," she said. "I know every mark on this and how it came there. I know the heft of every blessed knife in here. And now I'm to turn me back and walk away with nothing.

she could make the decision whether she moved jobs or not.

Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?

Men kan weg moeten, zonder dat men ergens heen moet. Dat zijn de gevallen, dat men ergens vandaan moet.

Uren, dagen, maanden, jaren, zei hij bij zichzelf. Dit is de avond. Dit is de nacht. Het is oudejaarsavond. Over ruim acht en twintig minuten is het middernacht. Ik heb nog acht en twintig minuten. Ik moet mijn gedachten verzamelen. Ik moet klaar zijn met denken, als het twaalf uur is.

Sorrow is not itself evidence of maladjustment but of the adjustment process itself.

If you get dealt a bad hand, fold and ask for new cards. There's no sense in hanging on to it for years, hoping things will change.

I packed my stuff, left my cactus BILLY with the neighbors, and got a taxi to the bus station.