Quotes About Transition

History is the graveyard of aristocracies.

It's a mere moment in a man's life between an All-Star Game and an Old-timers' Game.

De manhã escureço De dia tardo De tarde anoiteço De noite ardo.

Someday death will take us to another star.

For the moment the solitude doesn't bother me, and later we will find someone for company, and perhaps in the end more than we want. I believe it is not necessary to say anything unpleasant to Gauguin if he does change his mind, and take it absolutely in good part.

The present time is so interesting if one considers that it is possible we shall witness the beginning of the end of a society.

You can't give your love over entirely when you are still in love with another.

Of course, it comes to me, finally, that I'm not really dreaming. That I am actually moving through this tunnel, although not of my own power. Without

Death is just another country… And God's taking care of things there, the same as here. God's in charge of getting people from one place to another. You don't need to worry about it, or be afraid of it. … That's why I'm not afraid of death anymore. I like hanging out with it, sort of like walking a fence line, knowing that the property you're looking at will be yours before long.

Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says; "I am coming."

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

Thus, thus, it is joy to pass to the world below.

Thus all things are doomed to change for the worse and retrograde.

Spring is beautiful, and smells sweet. Spring is when you shake the curtains, and pound on the rugs, and take off your long underwear, and wash in all the corners.

I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.

every generation of people thinks they are growing up into a harder time. She thinks maybe it makes them feel better about the struggle they have leaving their childhood behind.

Adolescents are not monsters. They are just people trying to learn how to make it among the adults in the world, who are probably not so sure themselves.

She knew how his mind worked. He would process their discussion over the next few days. At odd times he would utter an objection out of the blue. While buttering his toast he might say, "That lawn is a disaster, you know." Or when he slid into bed at night, "The property taxes are probably triple what we pay now." She would reply with a smile and a nod and revel in a secret satisfaction. Let him brood over the downsides, all the while becoming accustomed to the idea.

You are going to the fields strewn with corpses, How can I not feel a pang inside? Though I would swear to follow you, I am afraid that green will turn yellow

On or about December, 1910, human character changed. I am not saying that one went out, as one might into a garden, and there saw that a rose had flowered, or that a hen had laid an egg. The change was not sudden and definite like that.

It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

La vie, c'est le mouvement, t'as pas fini de quitter des gens

She's lost her links to her old world, but she has never felt close to the one she's in now. She's torn in different directions, at a loss.