Quotes About Transition

And like Lot's wife, I am frozen. I have turned into a pillar of salt forever, and I shall forever go on looking, seeing my own land slip softly, slowly away from me.

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

A husband is what is left of the lover after the nerve has been extracted.

To a woman the first kiss is just the end of the beginning but to a man it is the beginning of the end.

Being an immigrant is not for sissies

Once I'm discharged, we're offered the opportunity to stay an extra week at the adjacent 'Stork Hotel' as a family. This is for new parents who want to ease the transition from 'shit, we have a baby!' to 'shit, we're taking a baby home!' Here, nurses are on hand night and day for advice on how on earth to take care of the squalling pink thing that has somehow sprung from your loins.

the fact that I was dreaming of retirement at the age of 33 was probably an indicator that something had to change. I

It took me so many years to move out. I'm definitely a bit of a Peter Pan, reluctant to grow up. It all seemed really nice at home-why change it? Part of me would prefer not to have any responsibility whatsoever.

Fall. Rain. Wind. Depressing! And it was only going to get worse. Chilly, overcast weather was forecast for the rest of November. Then again, October had been beautiful. The autumn leaves glowing red, yellow, and orange; glorious sunshine; blue skies; and a wonderful crispness in the air. But unfortunately those days were gone. It was the first week in November; dead leaves swirled around in the wind, rain clouds hung low over Gothenburg, and the contours of the city dissolved in the damp mist.

Non c'è nulla che possiamo ritrovare nel modo in cui lo abbiamo lasciato.Il tempo non si arresta e cambia le cose.

Our story is over, the ink has dried, each of us must move on now and it will be as if we had never met, never loved, and never dreamt together.

Déjà, le mois de septembre, lendemain d'août et veille d'octobre et qui est par sa situation le plus émouvant des mois parsème les beaux jours de quelques fins avertissements. Déjà, on comprend ces feuilles mortes qui courent sur les pierres plates comme une bande de moineaux.

For the world is movement, and you cannot be stationary in your attitude toward something that is moving.

All appears to change when we change.

Odchodzisz beze mnie, moje ?ycie, Toczysz si?, A ja wci?? czekam, zanim zrobi? krok, Ty ju? gdzie indziej stajesz do walki ...

The younger generation will come knocking at my door.

The Summer-time will come again To kiss the brow of dying Spring, And, with the south wind's low refrain, A choral requiem will she sing.

No man, however strong, can serve ten years as schoolmaster, priest, or Senator, and remain fit for anything else.

Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.

Even in America, the Indian summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone—but never hustled.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

I used to be svelte but with age I have svelled.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

Winter farewell, winter farewell, and away you go and trouble us no more.