Quotes About Transition

All we need, really, is a change from a near frigid to a tropical attitude of mind.

Don't cry because it's over; Smile because that asshole is finally someone else's problem.

For a long time, the fact that I was divorced was the most important thing about me. And now it's not. Now the most important thing about me is that I'm old."

Change is hard at the beginning. Messy in the middle and gorgeous at the end.

dealing with the cycles of life*

There comes a moment in all travel when you know that you have really started. It may be weeks before you start or weeks after you have started; it is a spiritual emotion, a turning towards the future with an eager heart...

He was trying to find his footing in a world both familiar and foreign

All is as it should be. Learn, let go, move on

We cannot get over something while resisting it

When we go from waking state to sleep, we lose everything that we held in the waking state. Relationships and possessions are lost to us in sleep. We have to let them go.

No, It's hard to uproot yourself and really become yourself in another soil, but it's also an opportunity, another kind of growth.

The dead are older than the living, he thought. Irrespective of how old they were when they passed over to the other side, they have experienced something which makes them older than any living thing.

Did there come a point, beyond which we no longer look forward to something coming,but only to getting away from what had passed?

This place changes its weather more often than I change my shirt.

Tunisia is always ready to turn the page.

We have finished the job. What shall we do with the tools?

The family she knew -- the life she knew -- officially was no more." Summer Girls, Page 192 by

The Chinese write the word "crisis" with the same symbol as the word "opportunity.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

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.

The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours, one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. It's a little painful now, and a little lonely because it is so strange.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.