Quotes About Transition

My salad days, When I was green in judgment: cold in blood, To say as I said then! But, come, away; Get me ink and paper: He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Egypt.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops. Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.

But doth must suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

Melt Egypt into Nile!

You never know what is the next direction your life will take

New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold But with the aid of use.

Lady Macduff: Now God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? Son: If he were dead, you'd weep for him. If you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.

Which is worse, past or future? Neither. I will fold up my mind like a leaf and drift on this stream over the brink. Which will be soon, and then the dark, and then be done with this ugliness...

It's Kansas City now

Those people do love to cling to their God and their guns, don't they? Well, they're just going to have to learn to accept that those days are over. This is just the beginning

I pass with relief from the tossing sea of Cause and Theory to the firm ground of Result and Fact.

But when his mother died, even while he was crying, something within him had risen up, a barrier to shield off his weakness and tenderness and frailty. He had thought, All right, then, I've lost her and I'm alone. All right then. The adult impulse followed the childish.

Le sabbie mobili si stavano muovendo sotto di lui.

It is hard to explain, for 'tis more than a gap. Or it has been with us. There is a change. Nothing hasn't been the same since. Those who are left are different people trying to live the same lives.

So much had happened in their relationship since the angry scene of last August that they met like strangers, remembering the old emotions but no longer feeling them.

The silver sword across the sea became tarnished and shrank until it was gone and only the old moon remained, bloated and dark, sinking into the mist.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

This is not the end, this is not even the beginning of the end, this is just perhaps the end of the beginning.

change is the best kind of rest.

Cuando, el 18 de julio de 1871, se consolidó el triunfo de los alemanes por la proclamación del Imperio alemán en el palacio de Versalles, se abrió un nuevo volumen de la historia de Europa: «Europa —se dijo entonces— ha perdido un ama de casa y ha ganado un dueño».