Quotes About Transition

era greu sa-mi imaginez ca m-as fi putut simti vreodata ca o tipa "misto", dar ma simteam ca o persoana de care eu insami as fi fost intrigata in primii mei ani acolo.

I cried because I knew for certain that I was leaving home, and abruptly, I did not know if it was such a good idea- I realized that I, like my parents, had never believed I'd actually go.

It's good on the other side, but it's good on your side too. Enjoy it there. The loneliness is harder, and the loneliness is the biggest part, but some things are easier.

There had been certain things I'd wanted badly in my childhood, and instead of getting them, I'd grown up; I did not want them any longer.

The old ways, the old traditions are going by the board – young people have no respect for their elders any more –

She went to the fence and sat there, watching the gold clouds fall to pieces, and go in immense, rose-coloured ruin towards the darkness. Gold flamed to scarlet, like pain in its intense brightness. Then the scarlet sank to rose, and rose to crimson, and quickly the passion went out of the sky. All the world was dark grey. Paul scrambled quickly down with his basket, tearing his shirt-sleeve as he did so.

She was not herself--she was not anything. She was something that is going to be--soon--soon--very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.

And when the dawn comes creeping in, Cautiously I shall raise Myself to watch the daylight win.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

There were many, many stages in the ebbing of her love for him, but it was always ebbing.

the country had become too uncongenial. The gentry were departing to pleasanter places, where they could spend their money without having to see how it was made.

You've got very badly to want to get rid of the old, before anything new will appear — even in the self.

believe our civilization is going to collapse,' said Aunt Eva. `And what will come after it?' asked Clifford. `I haven't the faintest idea, but something, I suppose,' said the elderly lady.

Because, after all, like so many modern men, he was finished almost before he had begun.

All the great words, it seemed to Connie, were cancelled for her generation: love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband, all these great, dynamic words were half dead now, and dying from day to day.

And he was always aware of this fall of silence on his entry, the shutting off of life, the unwelcome. But now it was gone too far to alter.

Paul felt life changing around him. The conditions of youth were gone.

A man's most dangerous moment... is when he's getting into his shirt. Then he puts his head in a bag.

This is history. One England blots out another. The mines had made the halls wealthy. Now they were blotting them out, as they had already blotted out the cottages. The industrial England blots out the agricultural England. One meaning blots out another. The new England blots out the old England. And the continuity is not organic, but mechanical.

WITH SPRING CAME trouble.

Before I can face the future, I must first deal with the past.

and in just a few hours

This is going

We are gods in the chrysalis.