Quotes About Transition

The past ten years have been about discovering new ways to create, invent, and work together on the Web. The next ten years will be about applying those lessons to the real world.

The old Televisions had an off switch.

Dead … might not be quiet at all.

You can't take your same old self into a bright new future. You would only darken it.

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY THAT WE GREW APART

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

People wonder how they are ever going to change their lives, but really it is frighteningly easy.

Off the bike she was like a smoker without cigarettes, never sure what to do with her hands. As soon as she got off the bike, her heart was expected to perform all these baffling secondary functions like loving someone and feeling something and belonging somewhere - when all she'd ever trained it to do was pump blood.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living.

After the war of course it will be like the start of spring, which is always so brilliantly sudden. The leaves will burst back onto the trees and close the gaps between the branches and we shall be startled - shan't we? - s we are startled at the end of every winter. We shall think: oh, I had quite forgotten there were three livable seasons.

We did not have hurry. We did not have electricity or fresh water or sadness either, because none of these had been connected to our village yet.

Just beyond your sight, life might be moving in ways that were moments away from being revealed to you.

It is good to live like this. Once you are ready to die, you do not suffer so badly from the horror.

How imperceptible it had been, that transition in his facial expression, from deadly serious to seriously dead. Already those two faces were blurring together for me. My husband alive and my husband dead.

Perhaps it was true, thought Alistair, that Septembers would come again. People would love the crisp cool of the mornings, and it would not remind them of the week war was declared....Alistair let the idea grow: that when the war's heat was spent, the last remaining pilots would ditch their last bombs into the sea and land their planes on cratered airfields that would slowly give way to brambles. That pilots would take off their jackets and ties, and pick fruit.

From my country you have taken its future, and to my country you have sent the objects from your past. We do not have the seed, we have the husk.

It's a scary thing; moving on. Part of me wishes life were more predictable and part of me is excited that it's not. I think it's impossible to tell the good things from the bad things while they're happening.

For a while, it was a time of comings and

The era of young adults graduating from high school, joining a union, and making a good living at a factory—working class on the job and middle class at home—has largely disappeared.

A basic dividing line is age fifty," says Edward Rogoff, economist at Baruch College, City University of New York. "You lose a good job at age fifty, the chances of getting another are small, so you do something else. You start your own business.

I have found that sometimes in the quest for knowledge, you must go backward before you can move forward" -Abia

Ahora las preguntas claves son más profundas y más retadoras: ¿quién soy? ¿Para qué estoy en este mundo? ¿Qué tipo de persona voy a ser? Es posible que yo desempeñe muchos trabajos durante mi carrera, pero a medida que paso de uno a otro –incluso de una compañía o profesión a otra–, ¿qué queda? Quedo yo.

He was making the inevitable pivot from critic to manager.