Quotes About Transition

that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.

Kir stood close to his father, watching. He seemed, Peri realized, finally becalmed; already he looked more like his mother, as if he were relinquishing his human experience. He found her looking at him wistfully; he gave her a sea-smile. She swallowed a briny taste of sadness in her throat. Already he was leaving her.

When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing beneath his foot. Sometimes he heard rain, a bird-cry, wind soughing through tall trees; mostly he was aware only of an intimation of vastness, silence, as though he stood at the edge of a world. He saw nothing. So he let the charcoal imagine what might lie on the other side of the door.

We are all emigrants from the same country — the land of childhood. What I want to do is write about the journey all of us have taken — or are in the process of taking — from that special place.

As history has shown, what happens after the deal determines the ultimate success. It's one thing to make an acquisition, and another to integrate it well.

I knew those were precious times, Mama. I knew they were going by too fast, everybody knows that. Where I went wrong is, I thought that would protect me, the fact that I knew. Knew and appreciated, felt for a minute, and now… I don't know, something's going on with time, it's not passing the way it used to, and I hate it. Because you know it all comes down to is good-bye.

Her life was a series of zigzags. At nineteen, she was anxious.

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

This was the end of Dickie Greenleaf, he knew. He hated becoming Thomas Ripley again, hated being nobody, hated putting on his old set of habits again, and feeling that people looked down on him and were bored with him unless he put on an act for them like a clown, feeling incompetent and incapable of doing anything with himself except entertaining people for minutes at a time.

Then he said, "That's a long way from stage designing, isn't it." She nodded. "Quite a long way." She started to ask him if he intended to do any work pertaining to the atom bomb, but she didn't, because what would it matter if he did or didn't?

January was moments, and January was a year

You know, you look very fine, Carol said. You've come out all of the sudden. Is that what comes of getting away from me? No, Therese said quickly. She frowned down at the tea she didn't want. Carol's phrase come out had made her think of being born, and it embarrassed her. Yes, she had been born since she left Carol. She had been born the instant she saw the picture in the library, and her stifled cry then was like the first yell of an infant, being dragged into the world against its will.

I'm still an old pearl in a new oyster.

Grief is a strange journey. Each time we embark upon it, it is as though we have never taken its roads before. No, I have that wrong: each grief brings us through a familiar landscape carved into unrecognizable contours. For we do not only lose another person; we lose the person we were with the one we lost.

How strange it is our little perception of life. The child says 'when I am a big boy.. The big boy says When I grow up And grown up he says When I am married The thought then changes to When im able to retire. Then when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed, a cold wind seems to sweep over it. Somehow he has missed it all and it is gone, Life, we learn too long is in the living.

So she decided on a different approach.

The river changes every second; and so does the man who stepped in it. Life is a ceaseless change.

I think that, when I die, it might be some time until I know it.

Old ways of doing things cease to be effective, though they may have been very powerful in the past. There arises a very real danger that we will set ourselves in opposition to what God truly is doing now and aims to do in the future.

The Day Begins . . . at Sundown

The biblical day begins at sundown—the early evening, we might call it. It is the end that is also the beginning.

What takes over when knowledge disappears is tradition.

Life as usual must go. It will be replaced by something far better.

As a result, he is hardly ever happy in the place where he is, something in him is already moving forward to the next place, and yet he is never going towards something, always away, away