Quotes About Transition

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Man is a transitional animal. He is not the climax of creation

He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.

How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?

Someone, I don't know who- it might have even been me- said, Any man at the age of twenty-five who is not a Communist has no heart: any man who is still is at the age of thirty-five has no head.

A man who has drank his drinks cold at the same expense for one week can never be presented with them warm again.

Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.

There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.

Now that we're men, I changed my underwear.

Men experience many passions in a lifetime. One passion drives away the one before it.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

How does a man know when he's taking the last steps of his life?

How hard it is, how bitter it is to become a man!

Man's course begins in a garden, but it ends in a city.

They say that children become men, and men become children. Many generations have grown up, become men, and gone hence.

How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose).

...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.

What is the life of man! Is it not to shift from side to side? From sorrow to sorrow? To button up one cause of vexation! And unbutton another!

What a man thinks in his spirit in the world, that he does after his departure from the world when he becomes a spirit.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.

When men destroy their old gods they will find new ones to take their place.

When I was a young man, I was a baritone, very far from possessing the whole range of the tenor then.

From forty to fifty a man must move upward, or the natural falling off in the vigor of life will carry him rapidly downward.

Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit.