Quotes About Transition

Energy cannot be lost, only transformed; where do the words go?

I thought about the dog and was suddenly very sad; sad for her death, for my death, for all the inevitable dying that comes with change. There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.

It takes so little time to change a lifetime and it takes a lifetime to understand the change.

How is it that one day life is orderly and you are content, a little cynical perhaps but on the whole just so, and then without warning you find the solid floot is a trapdoor and you are now in another place whose geography is uncertain and whose customs are strange?

At that time I could not imagine what would become of me, and I didn't care. It was not judgement day, but another morning.

Somewhere between the swamp and the mountains. Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the Devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse.

Going mad is the beginning of a process, it's not meant to be the end result.

There was an ending - there always is - but the story went on past the ending - it always does.

What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.

Getting older happens suddenly. It's like swimming out to sea and realising that the shore you're making for isn't the shore where you started out.

Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.

One thing you notice about progress, kid, is that it doesn't happen to everyone.

When we buried my mother, some of the light went out of me, and it seemed proper that I should go and live in a place where all the light shone outwards and none of it was there for us. Pew

When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self.

Tengo la teoría de que, cada vez que decides algo importante, la parte de ti que dejas atrás continúa la otra vida que podrías haber vivido

The moment has been waiting the way the top step of the stairs waits for the sleepwalker.

I have a theory that every time you make an important decision, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

I hate this hospital. I sat in the car like this after my wife died. Staring out of the windscreen seeing nothing. The whole day passed and then it was night and nothing had changed because everything had changed.

Is it failure for morning to become afternoon?

Our only hope has always been that the hate-filled old white guys die off and young people are more progressive.

Our memories change as we do.

We get somewhere we couldn't go otherwise and we profit from the trip, but we can't stay there, it isn't our world, and we shouldn't let that world come crashing down into the one we can inhabit.

It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place.

People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much.