Quotes About Transition

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.

It was hard work-a hard life-but now that she was about to leave it she did not find it a wholly undesirable life.

If we were all suddenly somebody else.

Reproduction is the beginning of death.

Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.

we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:

Somewhere, parently in the ginnandgo gap between antediluvious and annadominant the copyist must have fled the scroll.

pocket-book packetboat, gapman gunrun;

The hour when he too would take part in the life of that world seemed drawing near and in secret he began to make ready for the great part which he felt awaited him the nature of which he only dimly apprehended.

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future

First we feel. Then we fall. — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake .( Faber and Faber November 4, 2002) Originally published May 4th 1939.

I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester.

Visas miestas išmiršta, ir ištisas gimsta, irgi išmiršta: vieni ateina, kiti išeina. Namai, nam? gretos, mylios šaligatvi?, kr?vos plyt?, akmenys. Iš rank? ? rankas. Vienas savininkas, kitas. Sakoma, nam? šeimininkas niekad nemiršta. Kai vienam pranešama, kad laikas išvykti, jo vieton stoja kitas. Jie perka namus už auks?, ir visas auksas vis vien j?. Kažkur ?ia slypi apgaul?. <...> Visi yra niekas.

wounds tingle most when they are about to heal.

Death is not an end but a doorway we walk through as automatically as we take our next breath.

death is not the nightmare we've been led to fear. Maybe it's no more than an effortless step out of this world into the next—nearer to God's heavenly kingdom.

Through the screen, he could smell the evening as though it were a living presence, the purple and yellow flowers in his yard and the dark green wetness of the fescue part of a song that was never supposed to die. Except he could feel things ending, coming apart at the center, and he didn't know why.

Get a lot of gone between you and this situation.

his motor control still functioned but his soul went somewhere else.

Edwin Arlington Robinson once wrote that God slays Himself with every leaf that flies. I think the same is true of us. I think we cannot understand ourselves until we understand that living is a form of dying. My generation was born during the Great Depression and, for good or bad, will probably be the last generation to remember traditional America. Our deaths may be inconsequential; the fling we had was not.

I'm tired of sackcloth and