Quotes About Transition

Autumn when the trees shake loose their garments and we bundle in our own.

Autumn is a place where words fall short. It is a magic that must be felt, breathed, experienced, and treasured."

Come, Autumn Roll your red-gold wave Gently Across the good earth.

Each season promises beauty enough so as not to regret the former's passing.

Nature is an alchemist, gathering the last of summer's green and turning it to gold."

Softly, green gives way to gold The summer warmth gives way to cold And autumn winds begin to blow Across the changing earth.

The leave are changing; I feel poetry in the air.

There is great beauty in each season, but autumn has a touch of something more."

your life can change in an instant. that instant can last forever.

Shouldn't the preacher who married the couple in the first place have to fly back in on a broomstick for that, too—that moving on? Shouldn't there be some ritual involving a long walk over hot coals while all the guests who'd been at the wedding watched, weeping, throwing stones at your bare

The day en route to darkness. The guillotine on the way to the neck.

Sometimes he'd write my mother's new name under his on a scrap of paper...then, the one that hurt her teeth to see, Mrs. Brock Connors-as if, by marrying, my father would be himself, and also become her.

I am sixteen when my mother steps out of her skin one frozen January afternoon- pure self, atoms twinkling like microscopic diamond chips around her, perhaps the chiming of a clock, or a few bright flute notes in the distance- and disappears. No one sees her leave, but she is gone.

He gave me a gift, a surprise. It was my first present in this place so far from home.

It was high time that she left behind these silly daydreams, before she became odd and ended up locked in some attic, collecting bits of string and candle wax and muttering.

She had spent her entire youth waiting and hoping for things that never happened. Now she was thirty.

She had thought: No, I was dead. Now I'm

Then the sun finally comes up, and such 3:00 A.M. thoughts are banished, as they should be.   She

This is how it is now. This is my life.

The problem with being happy in the moment is, moments never last. Things change whether you want them to or not, which makes it only smart to keep looking ahead. That's how people avoid getting hit by cars.

Loneliness was tricky: a cup filled at one moment with freedom, and the next, with emptiness.

yo tenía la certeza absoluta de que ese momento de la llegada empataría con el de la partida sin ninguna fisura, en dócil solución de continuidad.

Y sin embargo todo aquello todavía no era la locura, y si lo era, se estaba apenas anunciando.

We have to get through the summer.' Finn didn't want to get through the summer. He wanted to fall into it, hunker down and stay for a while.