Quotes About Transition

The first World War had finally come to a close and it all seemed like springtime. I've learned since that it is in those moments, when one is lulled into hopefulness, that the sword drops onto one's head.

I've seen it before, what mothers and daughters can do to one another during those terrible adolescent years. Grief must be at the bottom of it, for what is sadder for a parent than seeing her daughter shedding girlhood drop by precious drop? And what is more terrifying for a child than to doubt her mother, to begin to see her as a human with faults instead of as a goddess?

I had my heart set on becoming an English teacher, but stumbled into acting after meeting a theatrical agent in my dad's restaurant in San Diego.

Lord," Dorothy said aloud, "I know You're with me no matter where I go, whether it's to the familiar or the new…I know it.

A book is to me like a hat or coat — a very uncomfortable thing until the newness has been worn off.

O Death, old captain, it is time! raise the anchor!

The loss of innocence, and the arrival of knowingness, can become an addiction.

Passion occupies a space that is not vacated until another passion occupies it.

Weather is so nineteenth-century in its effects

All that caring about what happens next.' He waited. 'Now nothing happens next.

There was a pothole thump, and "Wind of Change" jumped back to "Show Me the Way.

these years later and from stirring it up I started having dreams again about the combat, only the dreams were all mixed in with things I started doing for certain people after the war. I was discharged on October 24, 1945, a day before my twenty-fifth birthday, but only according to the calendar.

The Army gives you $100 a month for three months. The men who didn't go seem to have all the good jobs and you just go back to where you came from and try to pick up where you left off. I went back to live with my parents in West Philly and back to Pearlstein's to pick up where I left off as an apprentice. But I couldn't handle being cooped up in a job after living outdoors all that time overseas.

All unaware, and in a manner which I had no power to explain, I was pushed from my immoveable and lofty station, and cast upon a sea of troubles.

The season has shed its mantle of wind and chill and rain.

Old age is a shipwreck.

Once upon a time there was an old country, wrapped up in habit and caution. ... We have to transform our old France into a new country and marry it to its time.

Before falling to the ground, the rain has touched the sky. (Avant de tomber au sol, La pluie a touché le ciel)

Close the door by leaving." Close the mouth by dying ... ("Ferme la porte en partant." - Ferme la bouche en mourant ...)

Death is a good Hotel : you are a guest at any Time. (Un bon hôtel est la mort. Elle nous accueille à toute heure)

Death is passage, border : I would not have Passport for it ! (La mort n'est qu'un passage, frontière. J'aimerais n'avoir pas de passeport)

Only at death our soul breathes.

Only at death, our soul breathes. (L'âme ne respire qu'à notre mort)

The old becomes deaf, but hears death. (Le vieux devient sourd, Mais entend la mort)