Quotes About Transition

That time of year, you know, when the summer, beginning to sadden, Full-mooned and silver-misted, glides from the heart of September, Mourned by desolate crickets, and iterant grasshoppers, crying All the still nights long, from the ripened abundance of gardens...

A bare tree stands with roots on both ends in December days.

Wednesday — at least tomorrow we'll be on the other side of the work week.

Tonight's forecast: dark. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to widely scattered light in the morning.

When dark December glooms the day, And takes our autumn joys away; When short and scant the sun-beam throws Upon the weary waste of snows...

The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter.

If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.

It's peeking round the corner Playing hide and seek I see its icy fingers A frost'd rosy cheek — Days fall ever shorter Autumn's air is chilling Warmth no longer lingers Wild things are stilling

The age of pumpkin spice is over — the time of the peppermint mocha has come.

Winter is the gray, bare shell of spring.

Earth tilts toward Winter my heart goes tilty too the summer-fever cools to a more reflective hue

Semyón Semyónovich Medvedénko: "Why do you always wear black?" Máshenka: "I'm in mourning for my life...."

The chief function of the graduation speaker has always been to ensure that the graduating seniors are not released into the real world until they have been properly sedated.

For he who rejects change is the architect of decay.

I had a life once. Now I have a computer.

If the climate can change, then so can you.

Criminal Minds, Mixed Signals: "Holding on is believing that there's only a past; letting go is knowing that there's a future."

The deer isn't crossing the road. It's crossing the forest.

Adolescence is a period of rapid changes. Between the ages of twelve and seventeen, for example, a parent ages as much as twenty years.

You can tell a child is growing up when he stops asking where he came from and starts refusing to tell where he is going.

There is great power in letting go, and there is great freedom in moving on.

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

The coming-of-age story has sort of become a joke. It's something to capitalize on, and that is painful because when you are coming of age- when you are going through something like that – the genre is so meaningful.

As the time goes by, you change, your learn new things, your attitude is different. For the moment, I'm still enjoying ski racing so much that it would be difficult for me to think about ending my career.