Quotes About Transition

life will never change we should select new things and move on

When you lose something, don't think of it as a loss. Accept it as a gift that gets you on the path you were meant to travel on"

I can't let someone I just met get the better of me, I thought, shaking my head. I switched off the lights and lay down. I had to catch an early-morning flight to Mumbai the next day and had a four-hour window of sleep. I couldn't wait to reach home. However

I have a problem in life, uncle. I have always found it hard to "just move on".

Sometimes the only way to get rid of an unpleasant feeling is to replace it with another unpleasant feeling.

phone is dying.' 'Meet me.

When a man retires, his wife gets twice the husband but only half the income.

E quando amanhece, não é o dia que nasce no horizonte, é a noite que se recolhe no fundo do vale

Busquei abrigo num quiosque, e me perguntei se algum dia saberia viver longe do mar, em cidade que não terminasse assim num acidente, mas agonizando para todos os lados.

I know that my race must change.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Out with the cold, in with the woo.

Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.

Winter and spring overlap at the seams— chilly breezes and warm green dreams!

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos...

Winter sprouts springtime wings and flies off into the budding year.

At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snow-banks, and the sun dispersing the mist smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.

Spring triumphs over Winter (He always lets Her win).

As Earth sways us from winter to spring Nature begins her grace of glorious green

The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim.

The sun tires of summer and sighs itself into autumn.

Smonday: the moment when Sunday stops feeling like a Sunday and the anxiety of Monday kicks in

It's difficult to decide whether growing pains are something teenagers have — or are.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life.