Quotes About Transition

Good things matter, even when they don't last forever.

One thing I'd learned about moving was that once you were there, it was better to just look ahead. Because even if you went back to visit the places and people you left behind, it was never the same — except in photos.

Good-bye isn't the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it's simply time to go.

I didn't like to quit anything, but sometimes things just don't work out and it's better to admit it and try something else.

One thing I'd learned about moving was that once you were there, it was better to just look ahead.Because if you even went back to visit the places and people you left behind, it was never the same - except in photos.

In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.

And, finally, I know, too. That throwing away this mess doesn't mean I'm giving something up. Or losing something I can't get back. It's just that there are too many pieces and too much dust. I'm just ready for something whole." —Pete Cassidy

Quantum jumping is the process by which a person envisions some desired result or state of being that is different from the existing situation—and by clearly observing that possibility and supplying sufficient energy, makes a leap into that alternate reality.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

Once again, everything had changed on them. Perhaps it was all this changing that made her sad.

The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

It is closing time in the gardens of the West.

Nothing of the smallest interest was going to happen today, at all events, and he could not for the life of him say why he had come there himself, except that, having finished the lecture on torts, he was at a loose end that morning, and that sitting with his neighbours in the village hall made a change from pottering round the garden at home.

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before.

Living, I want to depart to where I am.

We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do -- it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much.

In the course of my wanderings I have started life anew in many places, and in every place the same thing happens: at first there is little to do, one knows nobody and life passes by like a pageant, then gradually the world breaks in and one becomes a part of the pageant instead of a mere spectator.

Life was like that, thought Liz. You drifted on for years and years—then, suddenly, everything happened at once and all the things that had seemed so stable dissolved and disintegrated before your eyes…and life was new.

There is a little silence which I dare not break, and then my hostess continues, more as if she were speaking to herself than to me, 'It's a queer thing how your life can fall to pieces about your head in a few minutes. It happened to me like that – at one moment I was a happy wife, loved and cosseted, without a care in the world, and five minutes later I was – alone

When at last a new clerk was engaged to take my place they were forced to believe it and were frankly envious. " Gosh! " exclaimed Wrigson. " Fancy being able to lie in bed as long as you like! Fancy having nothing to do except amuse yourself! " " But that isn't the idea at all," I told him. " I'm exchanging one job—which I'm not particularly good at—for another job which I hope to do better.

The leaves were beginning to fall. They fell reluctantly. They hovered in the air and drifted slowly sideways to the damp ground. You would wonder why, having survived days of wind and rain, they should detach themselves now, at this moment of peace. Did they part with the twigs voluntarily? Did they say, 'Goodbye, we clung to you when the wind raged, but now our time has come?' Gently and slowly they drifted to the ground making a carpet of brown and gold upon the grass.

Roger reflected that it was a pity children had to grow up; by this time next year Stephen would be a schoolboy and the childish innocence would have vanished . . . but one could not help it of course. One could only do one's best to see that the child grew into a boy and the boy into a man smoothly, and with the least possible suffering . . . and that there were as few "nasty things" as possible in his cupboard of memory to roll out unexpectedly and make him uncomfortable.

I missed Elsie dreadfully," she said, "I missed her all the more because I lost her completely—more completely than if she had died. We had always written to each other and told each other everything but after she was married and went to Germany her letters were quite different—I felt she wasn't Elsie any more. Otto always called her Elsa—well of course that was a very small thing but I didn't like it.

It happens when you're eighteen," said Anne thoughtfully. "You'll be eighteen next year." "But I don't want it to happen!" cried Nell in alarm. "I couldn't go out to parties and — and talk to people — and go downstairs to dinner and all that." "Perhaps when you're eighteen —" "Not when I'm eighty! I'd rather things went on just as they are for ever.