Quotes About Transition

Now the 1990s seem like a period when the world was starting to go crazy, but not so crazy that it was unmanageable or irreparable. It was the end of the twentieth century, but also the end to an age when we controlled technology more than technology controlled us. People played by the old rules, despite a growing recognition that those rules were flawed. It was a good time that happened long ago, although not nearly as long ago as it seems.

Every visual reflects the same statement: The hedonistic, euphoric, high-gloss 1980s are over. It took five minutes to killdoze an entire decade.

Well, that's how it always seems, until it doesn't.

Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn't know that hope is just another phase you'll grow out of.

We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.

Kids, she says. When they're little, they believe everything you tell them about the world. As a mother, you're the world almanac and the encyclopedia and the dictionary and the Bible, all rolled up together. But after they hit some magic age, it's just the opposite. After that, you're either a liar or a fool or a villain.

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

This is how fast your life can turn around. How the future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Beginning with Santa in infancy, and ending with the Tooth Fairy as the child acquires adult teeth. Or, plainly put, beginning with all the possibility of childhood, and ending with an absolute trust in the national currency.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.

You're training a new employee,' says Mrs. Clark, 'to take over your boring old job.' When you raise a child.

A baby is such a blank slate, like training the understudy for a role you're planning to leave. You truly hope your replacement will do the play justice, but in secret you want future critics to say you played the character better.

Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it's the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

Where we're at right here is the beginning of the end.

Quand'è che il futuro è passato da essere una promessa a essere una minaccia?

For official record, if become bankrupt old retail distribution centers-labeled supermega, so-enlarged foodstuff market- later reincarnate to become worship shrine. First sell food-stuff, next then same structure sell battered furnitures, next now born as gymnasium club, next broker flea markets, only at final end of life...sell religions.

She named me Daisy St. Patience and never wanted to know what name I walked in the door with.

You re­al­ize that our mis­trust of the fu­ture makes it hard to give up the past.