Quotes About Transition

So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.

All good things pass away.

Lyra had to adjust to her new sense of her own story, and that couldn't be done in a day.

So Lyra and her dæmon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked towards the sun, and walked into the sky.

I wish... she said, and stopped. There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it. A final deep shaky breath, and she was ready to go on.

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, 'Come along o' me, it's time.

She turned away. Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead of them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mysteries. But they weren't alone. So Lyra and her dæmon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.

Death is going to die.

conscious only of his movement upward, the last of Lee Scoresby passed through the heavy clouds and came out under the brilliant stars, where the atoms of his beloved dæmons, Hester, were waiting for him.

She is the goddess of the dead. She comes to you smiling and kindly, and you know it is time to die.

Pan hated seeing people die, because of what happened to their dæmons: they vanished like a candle flame going out. He wanted to console this poor creature, who knew she was going to disappear, but all she wanted to do was feel a last touch of the warmth she'd found in her man's body all their lives together. The man took a shallow, rasping breath, and then the pretty hawk dæmon drifted out of existence altogether.

Whatever happened behind now was simply that: behind. Lyra had left it. She felt she was leaving the world altogether, so remote and intent she was, so high they were climbing, so strange and uncanny was the light that bathed them.

And when Rusakov discovered Dust, at last there was physical proof that something happened when innocence changed into experience.

All these things that are changing…like ice breaking under your feet.

He's saying that everything you know is going to change. Things that you are familiar with will become strange and alien, and things you have never imagined will become normal.

One future would close for ever as the other began to unfold.

Voltò le spalle. Dietro di loro c'erano dolore, morte e terrore; davanti dubbio, pericolo e misteri insondabili. Ma non erano soli. Così Lyra e il suo daimon voltarono le spalle al mondo in cui erano nati, e guardarono verso il sole e camminarono nel cielo.

When you're young you do think that things last forever. Unfortunately, they don't.

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, come along o' me, it's time. It might happen when you're sick with a fever, or when you choke on a piece of dry bread, or when you fall off a high building; in the middle of your pain and travail, your death comes to you kindly and says easy now, easy, child, you come along o' me, and you go with them in a boat out across the lake into the mist. What happens there, no one knows. No one's ever come back.

Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead of them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mysteries. But they weren't alone. So Lyra and her dæmon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked towards the sun, and walked into the sky.

Stunned by how little he'd gotten over her and she'd gotten over him, he walked away understanding, as outside his reading in classical Greek drama he'd never had to understood before, how easily life can be one thing rather than another and how accidentally a destiny is made...

Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.

she was fifty-five and seared with hot flashes, and her daughter's was now the female form exuding the magnetic currents.

Niente dura, e nondimeno niente passa. E niente passa proprio perché niente dura.