Quotes About Transition

You have no idea how quickly a girl grows up.

It is best not to swap horses while crossing the river.

I would like to call upon his friends everywhere to consider how they have come in so short a time to view this matter in a way so entirely different from their former belief; to ask whether they are not being borne along by an irresistible current--whither, they know not.

I've read that the dying often wait to be by themselves. They need the freedom to go, with nobody holding them back.

What alteration was ever fot the better? Change meant loss.

The task of weaning various people and groups from the national nipple will not be easy. The sound of whines, bawls, screams and invective will fill the air as the agony of withdrawal pangs finds voice.

I think I'm going to spend some time learning how to be a first-time mom, and then I'll go back to work.

There is an incongruity inherent to in being a cop and being formerly Amish. Those two worlds are incompatible and clash in a fundamental and profound way. One repels the other and there is no reconciliation. There's no fitting them together no matter how hard you try to pound the pieces into place. The divergence of those two worlds is a beast that tracks me as I pull into the long gravel lane of my brother's farm.

It's not as important what a woman is as what she's becoming

What I like most about change is that it's a synonym for 'hope'.

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.

And so it goes.

Death," she whispered. "It isn't a punishment, you know, Lizzie. It's the victory we race toward. We're born, and God draws us to himself.

summer ends and autumn begins. The trees retract their sap in a hurry and the resulting bright colours must be a panic-stricken response to the sudden withdrawal of that life-blood. Because the sight's so beautiful, you forget what this gorgeous display actually represents. Decay and death. If only human death were so glorious.

As I stared out of the train window, the scenery became a blur, as unclear as my thoughts and feelings.

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

Without a physical presence on the shelves, the Kindle books seemed slightly insubstantial. There was no equivalent of the satisfying cracked spine. There was nothing to bequeath to the next generation, nothing to sell on to live a new life in someone else's library. But at least the torrent of books that kept arriving had slowed down and there was space to walk up the stairs. I was being freed from the burden of all those bloody books.

Marbury v. Madison, the Marshall Court's best-known case, and one of the most famous in Supreme Court history, was decided early in the chief justice's tenure, on February 24, 1803. It grew out of the tense and messy transition of power from the Adams Federalists to the Jeffersonian Republicans after the election of 1800.

But it wasn't just the distance. It was what had happened to me since these days, those endless, quiet days when I thought my life would always continue in that way. When my life consisted of small, certain pieces of a larger, but basically simple, puzzle. When I was certain that I always knew where each piece fit.

Life is constant—and changing," Cate mused. "We can never guess what will happen in a day. We will all face danger, and finally death, be it from an accident, disease or old age.

Nostalgia is a way of remembering people and places and things, and wishing things hadn't changed. It has a sweetness to it. Sadness is just--well--being sad.

That was then. This is now.

Silence may be something unusual for her—and it could take time for her to adjust to the possibilities silence provides.

Adolescents thrive on rituals that acknowledge their growing independence and passage into adulthood.