Quotes About Transition

Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone's noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it's pitch-black. A great warm, dark silence surrounds the house. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

I don't belong here any more,' Moomintroll thought. 'Nor there. I don't even know what's waking and what's a dream.' And then in an instant he was asleep, and summer lilacs covered him in their friendly green shadow.

The room had lost its morning light, the glow of expectation and potential. The daylight was now gray, and the new day was already used, a little soiled by mistaken thoughts and makeshift undertakings.

Tonight I'm alone with my tune, and tonight isn't tomorrow.

The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer.

Märkvärdigt att en så stor och långdragen besvikelse så kvickt kan glömmas for en ny förälskelse men så var det.

Kocham granice. Sierpie? jest granic? mi?dzy latem a jesieni?; to najpi?kniejszy miesi?c, jaki znam. Zmierzch jest granic? mi?dzy dniem i noc?, a brzeg jest granic? pomi?dzy morzem a l?dem. Granica jest t?sknot?: kiedy oboje s? zakochani, ale wci?? nie wypowiedzieli ani s?owa. Granic? jest bycie w drodze.

Había dejado de llover y pronto caería la noche. En el preciso momento en el que el sol se ponía algo ocurrió con el tentáculo verde que cubría la Casa Mumin. Perdía vigor y se secó tan rápido como había crecido. Las frutas se encogieron y cayeron al suelo. Las flores se marchitaban y las hojas se abarquillaban. Una vez más la casa se llenó de crujidos y crepitaciones.

Taikuri lentää maailman ääriin ja hiiriäiti kömpii ruohomättäänsä alle mutta molemmat ovat yhtä onnellisia. Mutta ehkä kaikkein onnellisin on Muumipeikko, joka astelee äitinsä kanssa kotiin puutarhan läpi juuri kun kuu kalpenee päivänsarastuksessa ja puut huojuvat hiljaa mereltä puhaltavassa aamutuulessa. Nyt hiipii viileä syksy Muumilaaksoon. Sillä muuten ei voi tulla uutta kevättä.

Yes, you're right. One makes a trip by day, but by night one sets out on a journey

Teraz chÅ'odna jesieÅ" wkroczy do Doliny Muminków. Bo inaczej jak?e mogÅ'aby znowu przyj?? wiosna?

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness.

It's funny about paths and rivers," he mused. "You see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else--wherever the path or the river is going, perhaps.

On niitä jotka jäävät ja toisia jotka lähtevät, niin on ollut aina. Kukin saa valita itse, mutta on valittava ajoissa, eikä koskaan saa antaa periksi.

changes to come.

My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.

One minute, I'm the best and most loving mother in the world to my two-week-old. The next, I feel like I want to leave the house and never return because it's all too much." "That's okay, luv," I said, smiling. "That just means you're like every other new mother." "Really?" she asked. "I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.

realistic: The postpartum period is difficult—a rocky terrain. All but a rare few stumble along the way. (More about Mum recuperating during the postpartum period in Chapter 7.) Believe me, I know that the moment you get home, you'll probably feel overwhelmed. But if you follow my simple homecoming ritual, you're less likely to feel frantic. (Remember

the blue hours between three and five

Somewhere in every life there is a line. One side to the other and you are gone. Not disappeared, but undone.

In order to go on with our lives, we are always capable of making the ominous into the merely strange.

I went to the University of South Florida for five and a half years. Then I sobered up, got dressed, and went home. They still have my earrings.

Now that I've let go of my story, I can let go of my life.