Quotes About Transition

One morning toward the beginning of that time, while he still remained in charge of his life, though we could see that his departure had begun

Mattie was a grown woman in love, and they had to let her go, with their blessing, enduring what could not be helped. And there was no use in thinking of that fluid, glistening instant that always seems, in looking back, to have come between what might have happened and what happened, when one might have made some little choice that would have changed forever the course of things.

Mat felt the change upon himself. Now he was the oldest, and the longest memory was his. Now between him and the grave stood no other man. From here on he would find the way for himself.

Well, sir," Athey said, "where I used to be limber I'm stiff and where I used to be stiff I'm limber. Do you know what I'm talking about?

It was as though I knew without exactly knowing, or felt, or smelled in the air, the already accomplished fact that nothing would ever be simple for me again. I never again would be able to put my life in a box and carry it away.

The big idea of education, from first to last, is the idea of a better place. Not a better place where you are, because you want it to be better and have been to school and learned to make it better, but a better place somewhere else. In order to move up, you have got to move on. I didn't see this at first. And for a while after I knew it, I pretended I didn't. I didn't want it to be true.

help you realize that your present will someday be someone else's past.

If nothing ever changed, there would be no such things as butterflies.

The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.

It didn't feel like the last night of anything anymore, just that the world went on and would follow us home

It's the kind of story we learn over and over again about everything in the world: your life starts out as a wild open frontier that you explore until the forces of time or history or civilization or nature intervene, and then suddenly it's all gone, it all weathers and falls down and gets built over; everyone dies or moves away or becomes a grainy photograph, and yes, at some point you just get fat and fall off a streetcar. Progress--it dumps you on your aging and gigantic ass!

Change is growth; love is never lost.

Whether we like it or not, modern ways are going to alter and in part destroy traditional customs and values.

Maybe with good luck we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.

Grief is love in another form.

While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.

I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.

You're too old for this type of living,' he told

Is there any wilderness of sand in the deserts of Arabia, is there any prospect of desolation among the ruins of Palestine, which can rival the repelling effect on the eye, and the depressing influence on the mind, of an English country town in the first stage of its existence, and in the transition state of its prosperity?

Death like style is the removal of rubbish.

Christianity did not destroy paganism; it adopted it.

In the memorable words of Professor Roy Baumeister, 'Life is change that yearns for stability

Suddenly it didn't look like the home I loved. It looked like an enemy.

T]he thing about someone who is escaping is this: he's more concerned about what he's leaving than what he's going to.