Quotes About Transition

Dead isn't bad," Narcisse said. "It isn't even that different.

I knew it. We've expired and gone to Disneyland.

And the ape and the man exist in one body; and when the ape's desires are about to be fulfilled, he disappears and is succeeded by the man, who is disgusted with the ape's appetite.

Culture is always on the move.

As you travel north across Ohio," Ohio State University dean Harlan Hatcher wrote in 1945, "you feel that you have been transported from Virginia into Connecticut.

Se continui a guardarmi così, Victoria, sarò felice di darti quello che vuoi. Dopotutto, non sei più una bambina Sebastian a Victoria

Somewhere along the way, she'd ceased being Miss Stoker and had become Evaline. Not quite a friend, but no longer a stranger.

That was Chas. Furious and black-hearted one minute, ready to crack a wry joke the next.

Elder Bradford says when we sail from Holland, we will become pilgrims, people who go on a long, long journey.

The days passed on, the weeks passed on, and the track of the golden autumn wound its bright way visibly through the green summer of the trees.

Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller pieces and dust and scatter. Let the cracks between things widen until they are no longer cracks but the new places for things. That was where they were now. The world wasn't ending: it had ended and now they were in the new place. They could not recognize it because they had never seen it before.

You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.

On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light.

At ninety, everything is air and the difference between you and the medium of your passage is disintegrating with every increment of the ascension.

Crossing a single street transformed the way people talked, determined the size and condition of the homes, the dimension and character of the dreams.

a new wave of immigrants would replace the Irish, fleeing a different but no less abject country, the process starting anew. The engine huffed and groaned and kept running. They had merely switched the fuel that moved the pistons. The

People get rid of plenty when they move--sometimes they're changing not just places but personalities.

Reconnected the dead to the living world that processed without them.

The sky was a sheet of slate but it was still warm, an August afternoon that let you know its kind was running out.

Bitince yenisine ba?lars?n,' dedi. 'Ama bu daha bitmedi.

Crossing a single street transformed the way people talked, determined the size and condition of the homes, the dimension and character of the dreams. In

It's one thing to understand the muck of things, accept it, live in it, and quite another to have that muck change so suddenly and dramatically, to stumble down to a newer, deeper shelf.

It was where we mingled with who we had been and who we would be. Sharing space with our echoes out in the sun.

The streets were shrinking, and she felt about the places they led to the same way she felt about her hair when she saw it on the bathroom floor after her mother cut it off.