Quotes About Transition

Dating is like nightfall--there's got to be a mourning after.

The old customs are dead, and we keep trying on new ones, like badly fitting clothes.

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

Even though it is not pictured in the Death card, our snake-wrapped Orphic egg—the latent seed of life that we first saw in the Magus card, whose elements were married in the Lovers, and which then was fertilized by the Hermit—is now entering the last stage of development before hatching into new life.

Nothing lasts forever But there is always something.

A personal philosophical experience of moving out of a world of sense and arriving, dazed and disoriented for a while, into a universe of being.

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

There is no Death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.

Truths that startled the generation in which they were first announced become in the next age the commonplaces of conversation; as the famous airs of operas which thrilled the first audiences come to be played on hand-organs in the streets.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

Maravilla ser solía, pero ya lástima doy; que de extremo a extremo voy y desde ser a no ser, pues sol me llamaba ayer y hoy sombra mía aun no soy.

People used to believe their life--or at least their life as a performer--was over at 28 or some ungodly age! God, when I think of myself back then, I had no idea who I was. I think I'm barely getting that under control now.

Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.

The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge How little we know that which we are! How less we may be!

My days of love are over; me no more The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow, Can make the fool of which they made before,— In short, I must not lead the life I did do; The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, The copious use of claret is forbid too, So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

And at that moment a wind came out of the northwest, and entered the woods and bared the golden branches, and danced over the downs, and led a company of scarlet and golden leaves, that had dreaded this day but danced now it had come; and away with a riot of dancing and glory of colour, high in the light of the sun that had set from the sight of the fields, went wind and leaves together.

Perhaps he knew, there in the grass by the waters, that he had before him an immense journey.

Veins raised themselves along the backs of my hands that summer. My handwriting changed several times. I began reading Time magazine. Soon after that it was time to go.

I had walked into Wilkinson a boy. Now, I wasn't at all sure who or what I was.

Duele constatar que algo que ha sido tuyo, o así lo creíste, ya solo puedes abordarlo como extranjero, y que no hay mejor manera de probarle tu afecto que apartándote hacia la penumbra. Desarma pensar que poco a poco resbalas, así, hacia la penumbra de todo.