Quotes About Transition

If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive?

Adulthood is when the ghosts of childhood appear.

If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.

First waft, the landscape ahead flashes before me First sip, I stumble gently over the threshold Each sip, one more step into another world Tentative steps, then bold, then giddy skipping along the path, One more sip....

Sometimes it's hard to tell if retirement is a reward for a lifetime of hard work or a punishment.

It was more than a wedding, it was saying good-bye to everyone I'd ever known. I invited everybody, even people who may not have been intimate friends. I even invited my dentist. The whole network of wildlife rehabilitators came too--four hundred people in all.

It felt as though I had died and was starting over with a new life. I mentally reviewed my years as a child growing up in Oregon, as an adult running my own business, then meeting Steve, becoming his wife and the mother of our children. Now, at age forty-two, I was starting again.

YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE WHERE YOU ARE UNTIL YOU SEE WHERE YOU'D RATHER BE! –

When your surroundings are infused with memories of the past, you tend to remain in the past. You are prone to keep looking back rather than focusing forward on the new things God has for you.

the rules had been changed

Labour had become expensive and your average lord could now make more money out of sheep than he could out of his peasants. There was more wool on sheep, for a start, and you could also eat them – which is possible with peasants but socially taboo – so the lords started to throw the expensive, troublesome and uneatable peasants off their land and replace them with sheep. The

Energy never dies, Mr. Jackson," the monster reminded Paul. "It just changes into something new.

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.

DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

Out of the frying pan into the fire.

I entered this world not wanting to come. I'll leave it not wanting to go. All this while, when it seemed there were two doors, there was only one--this passing through.

God, it's like reality's completely shifted on me. I used to think I was standing on such solid ground. If I wanted something badly enough, I just worked like hell for it. Now I can't decide what to do, which move to make. All the things I counted on aren't there for me anymore.

I had worried sometimes about making the transition into being grown-up – how did you know when to begin? Now I understood that you stepped out into it, as simply as into a day

I'd lived all along as if I was acting out some turbulent drama; then I woke up one day and found I'd stopped believing in the play

And then every so often, as if a switch flicked between two versions of myself, I suddenly wasn't all right

needed to take a step forward.

We'll to the woods no more,The laurels all are cut.