Quotes About Transition

From the window, Luke looked out over the water towers of Fifth Avenue to the park, studying the senescence of the daylight, which seemed almost viscous, ready to coagulate—trying to register that perfect moment of transition from day to evening, that instant when the light, in dying, was most nearly itself.

When the train begins to move they return to their Posts and their private sorrows.

The night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot where two a.m. changes to six a.m.

There can be no true definition of normal because life is ever-changing.

One can't stop change. The best thing one can do is manage it so that one doesn't get crushed by it.

Maybe his worst nightmare had finally become his new reality.

There's thinking outside the box and then there's failing to be able to find the box in the first place. You can't appreciate the new model until you understand the old one and why it isn't working anymore.

Life never stood still, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto it.

It is from the death of the social that socialism will emerge, as it is from the death of God that religions emerge.

The transition from signs that dissimulate something to signs that dissimulate that there is nothing marks a decisive turning point.

When the real no longer is what it used to be, nostalgia assumes its full meaning.

Radicality is an end-of-career privilege.

Vivre est une chute horizontale

Die meisten Menschen leben in den Ruinen ihrer Gewohnheiten.

La décadence est la grande minute où une civilisation devient exquise.

Il était comme ces moines qui sont obligés de faire effort pour s'arracher d'où ils sont et venir où vous êtes; imiter les rires et les mots auxquels vous êtes habitués; avoir la politesse ou le mépris de ne pas trop vous surprendre.

After the accident he lacked a sense of fully inhabiting his own life, as if he were still, somehow, tumbling through that tumbling air…He wasn't in despair, he was just tumbling, perpetually tumbling, relentlessly tumbling at the mercy of that terrible weightlessness and the betrayal of gravity…He was there, but he was always in that other place, the tumbling place, the place he was used to now.

Midway upon the journey of our life, he heard himself think, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Now the Spirit of the Cave Lion wants me to leave." She looked up at the tall man beside her. "Do you think we'll ever come back?" "No," he said. There was a hollow ring to his voice. He was looking in the small cave, but he was seeing another place and another time. "Even if you go back to the same place, it's not the same.

Hearth to change. He had been watching from the Lion

Llegaba a aceptar que Mateo no fuera más que una etapa de su vida- y esto era ya bastante duro-pero no podía soportar ser él una etapa en la vida de Mateo.

Atunci când tr?ieÅŸti, nu se întâmpl? nimic. Decorul se schimb?, oamenii intr? sau ies, asta e totul. Începuturi nu exist? niciodat?. Zilele se adaug? la alte zile f?r? rim? ÅŸi f?r? motiv, e o adiÅ£iune interminabil? ÅŸi monotona. Nici sfârÅŸit nu exist?; nimeni nu p?r?seÅŸte vreodat? o femeie, un prieten, un oraÅŸ dintr-o dat?.

You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And you know that there is no past, no future, there is only this blackness, changing faintly, slowly, but always the same.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.