Quotes About Transition

It had sure felt like death, but then everything since had felt like life.

Perhaps this was a day of firsts. The day one dies, of course, is a first in any life.

Snuggle down in my cocoon, be a butterfly soon.

By doing, I learn what to do. By going, I learn where to go. One day, by dying, I'll learn how to die, and leave the world and hope to land in light.

We spend nine months in a nurturing darkness before we're born, and we aspire to the highest of all places when we die.

When my time is up, I want to cross a River Styx of pure root beer. - Jilly Page 30

With time, however, life had become too real

At fifty-one, why would she choose to dispose of her house, uproot herself, and come here to be a part of your work if she didn't feel that, for the first time in her life, she was profoundly known for who she is, that she was at last cherished for who she truly is?

Death is part of life. If you think about it, you were born into a world populated by the dead, because

More likely, they would just cease to exist. That's death. No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.

At his passing, there was not even an eddy in the snow, neither the briefest glimpse of the occluded moon nor the faintest stirring through the trees. In this regard, her death, when sooner or later it came, would be like his: the world indifferent, turning smoothly onward toward the fascination of another dawn.

Because I can see them, I bridge life and death, and they hope I can open for them the door they are afraid to open for themselves.

I feel like I've been sliding all day.

she drove slowly into town as the gold and rose fingers of the dawn reached toward fading stars that eluded them.

Repeatedly during her trek from grotto to bungalow

none of it is quite what it was this time the previous day.

Once the golden phase had passed, the sun used only the red and orange spectrum of its palette to paint the sky in advance of the long night of darkness, and by reflection the harbor waters caught fire.

The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. —H. G. Wells

By the time he receives a high school degree

until it isn't.

as a junior, he graduates with the senior class

Now, as she turns away from the water, intending to go to the house to have a glass of wine

To everything there is a season, A time to kill and a time to heal

live by the old saying popular with Californians—"Go with the flow"—though that's exactly what happens to a dead goldfish when you flush it down a toilet.