Quotes About Transition

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Sometimes our lives change drastically but we refuse to accept the change. We soldier on as if nothing has changed and get further and further behind. We believe we should be able to manage it all because we used to before the change happened.

In a certain sense,I never left Actionism as I understood it to this very day. Today,I work in sittings that are very similar to the course of the actions. Only the stage has changed on which the presentation takes place.

Don 't expect your life to change if you hate change.

Aria di primavera, perché mi desti? Tu lusinghi e dici: io do in rugiada gocciole di cielo. Ma il tempo del mio sfiorire è presso, vicina è la bufera che abbatte la mia fronda.

When you don't have this dying and becoming, You are only a sad guest on the dark Earth.

The foot steps that were next to me have gone their separate ways.

Just as there was a day every spring when the women of the town, as though by some secret signal, appeared in their summer dresses before the first heat was felt, there was as well a day when winter showed the knife before the first laceration.

A falling leaf in autumn allows you to see, the beauty of releasing things that do not serve you anymore.

Change is an entangled part of being.

Resistance to Change comes from your Ego.

In a relatively short time, perhaps a decade, the PLA Navy has made a transition from operating only around China's coast to a force that can conduct blue-water operations. China's navy is still no peer of the U.S. Navy, and it is probably inferior to Japan's. However, no other nation in Southeast Asia is able to challenge the PLA Navy currently.

Other nations merely change governments as a lady changes dancing partners: Canada contrives to fall in a dead faint every time the music stops.

Today tinkering is the order of the day as Chinese leaders "cross the river by feeling the stones.

the sun, which had been slipping into the far-off waterline of the horizon, took the last few degrees of its plunge and disappeared with tropical suddenness, leaving them only the fading blue of the sky.

In the decades following the Revolution, America changed so much and so rapidly that Americans not only became used to change, but came to expected and prize it.

Then autumn comes, with its first flush of youth gone, but ripe and mellow, midway in time between youth and age, with sprinkled grey showing on the temples.

Middle age is when the narrow waist and the broad mind begin to change places.

Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years with the cold winds of winter breathing down my neck.

Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.

Old men are like the wrecks of time, thrown by the waves of one century upon the shores of another.

Middle age is a winding path through kaleidoscopic years.

Age is a prison we cannot escape but only by death into another world

The grave is the gateway through which we are all borne home: the body by man, the soul by angels.