Quotes About Transition

...after-storm birds singing the color into rainbows...

I'm retired — goodbye tension, hello pension!

Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon, and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? You hadn't realized it. And you notice that the sun has set already, the day gone before you knew it — and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape. That's retirement.

Life begins at retirement.

Retirement: World's longest coffee break.

Go to any sea-port town and you will see that the Sea-captain who has retired upon his well-earned savings, sets up a weather-cock in full view from his windows, and watches the variations of the wind as duly as when he was at sea, though no longer with the same anxiety.

In office a Confucian, in retirement a Taoist.

Science is the record of dead religions.

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.

winter sneaks up on me before summer ends in my heart the spring blossoms arrive when my mind is still snowed in

the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.

autumn strolls, winter slithers spring skips, summer swims

I move easily between the four seasons — dance-painting my planting songs. dance-painting my gardening songs. dance-painting my harvesting songs. dance-painting my quiet winter listening songs.

late winter and early spring blend and blur in pleasant days and chilly nights penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes with stirrings of life, subtle and green — mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but sunsets that still come in evening's youth lull

The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. And we shine differently in the seasons of our lives.

summer leads into autumn autumn leafs into winter winter leans into spring spring leaps into summer

The cold dull glow of winter warms to the colorful brilliance of springtime.

Spring is a lover Summer, a partier Autumn, an artist Winter, a philosopher

If spring betrays summer, would autumn never arrive?

Seasons depart peripherally.

September... where fall and summer meet.

The Summer's gone, — how did it go?

[S]ome of the rarest days of the year come in September, days when it is comfortably cool but pulsing with life.