Quotes About Transition

View change as the one constant in your life. Welcome it. Expect it. Anticipate it.

Knowing where you come from is one thing, but it's suicide to stay there.

In 1989 I retired from Bell Laboratories to become a full-time writer. Not that I didn't enjoy my engineering career, but rather I liked being a novelist just a bit better.

It was one of those sneaky days in late winter where spring came along to get a lay of the land.

All the stuff our fathers took for granted as long as you worked hard, the great safety net and the fair wage and the gold watch at the end of it all? That's all gone around here, my friend.

Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and letters you'd never read again.

But do we lose our past to assure our future?

When you go to the other place, part of you doesn't come back.' What other place, honey?' He placed his watch on the bedstand. And the part of you that does?' She bit her lip and looked like she was about to punch herself in the face with both fists. 'Shouldn't.

It's been a complicated decade for me." She

The sun was beginning to fade, though, and the air - slightly chilled as it slid through the trees - carried with it just the barest hint of rain.

How did anyone know where faith developed? One moment, it wasn't there, the next it was.

She couldn't adapt to the present, to who they were now, warts and all, so she drove winding lanes into the past to warm herself.

Yeah, well, it's not like the old days." I bit into my lobster roll. Maybe the best lobster roll in Boston, which made it, arguably, the best lobster roll in the world. "It's

But what if there's no such thing as time after this life?" "I don't understand." "No minutes, no hours, no clocks. No night turning into day. I like to think your mother's not alone, because she's not waiting for us. We're already there.

It's been a complicated decade for me.

It's the process, how you become a man. Boys cling; men leave.

Why?" Rachel said (the eternal why, as she'd come to think of it). "Was he that bad?" "I never heard he was bad," Ann Marie said with a minor slur and a sad grimace. She looked out through the screen at the stone-colored mist in the gray hills and spoke with a firm finality. "Honey, I only heard that he'd moved on.

Invecchiamo sotto gli occhi di tutti, pensò, ma siamo sempre gli ultimi a saperlo. da Ogni nostra caduta, 2017

Todo pasa. Tarde o temprano.

Change, for those who don't have a say in it, feels like a pretty word for death. Death to what you want, death to whatever plans you'd been making, death to the life you've always known.

Pazzesco. -A cosa si riferisce? -Al luogo in cui è finita. Secondo la mia opinione. -Be', certo. Almeno questo credo che possiamo prenderlo come un dato di fatto.

No matter how old you are, as long as a parent is alive, you are still a child. It is only after both die that you cease being a child. And then, all of a sudden, not only are you no longer a child, you are also next in line.

Like a young eaglet that gets pushed out of the nest at the appropriate time, a young man must learn to fly on his own. If the nest is too cushy, if all of his creature comforts are there for his enjoyment, then he may set up his high-definition television and perch for a while.

No one is intrinsically superior or inferior — we are all just going through phases.