Quotes About Transition

Life is death in slow motion.

It is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

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The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. - from Fisherman's Luck

The first day of spring is one thing and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Some men a forward motion love,But I by backward steps would move.

He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest, may know At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

There are no birds in last year's nest

The grave is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Age is opportunity no less, Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

The long mysterious Exodus of death.

October is Nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life.... Every green thing loves to die in bright colors.

The old self must die. He had always known it, but had so seldom acted it. He felt strangely glad that he was at the front. It was the only life; the only death.

Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.

Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the unrest which spring brings with it, full of dreams and vague hopes and desires.

Oh, it's wonderful to be your age,' continued Anna. 'I know and remember that blue haze, like you see on the mountains in Switzerland. The haze covering everything at that blessed point when your childhood is coming to an end, and the path leading from that huge, carefree, happy circle becomes narrower and narrower, and it is both jolly and terrifying entering that enfilade, even though it is bright and beautiful...Who has not been through that?

Oh! How good it is to be your age! I remember, and I know that blue haze like the mist on the mountains of Switzerland. That mist which covers everything in that blissful time when childhood is just ending, and out of the vast circle, happy and gay, there is a path growing narrower and narrower, and it is delightful and alarming to enter the ballroom, bright and splendid as it is...

A moment ago, and how close she had been to him, of what importance in his life! And how aloof and remote from him she had become now! "It was bound to be so," he said, not looking at her.

He saw nothing but death or the advance towards death in everything.