Quotes About Transition

The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.

The wise man bridges the gap by laying out the path by means of which he can get from where he is to where he wants to go.

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

The world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, For none now live who remember it.

February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.

To leave a book is like leaving the better part of oneself. To pass from the soft and airy arcades of the mind to the demands of a graceless body always grasping for one thing or another is in any case a surrender:

The hardest thing is at the end you have to say bye to all these people who you have worked with for so many months. It was really sad not to see them anymore. But you have the parties that you go to and you get to see them, like the premieres and the screenings.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.

Chinese people themselves, they really want change.

Your past comes with you no matter where you go.

unhappiness was something you got used to or something that passed.

Ninguém sabe o que vai acontecer amanhã ou na semana que vem. Não importa quanto sua vida seja segura e estabelecida, tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos.

A gente sofre, acha que a vida acabou, e depois vê que não é nada disso e segue em frente. (Referindo-se aos período dos 19-25 anos)

Christmas Day itself is always bittersweet, because it's the last day of that beautiful magick that's been building up like a tidal wave for the past month. In just a week it will be hard to even remember what it's like. I'll be brokenhearted at the thought of it being gone again for an entire year.

Decay is inherent in all things.

I'm not really one of those people who believes that if you're a musician you can just leave that behind and start getting into politics.

Åžöyle oluyor.

Everything at times of transition takes on a symbolic weight and power. But this too is why he travels. The world you're moving through flows into another one inside, nothing stays divided any more, this stands for that, weather for mood, landscape for feeling, for every object there is a corresponding inner gesture, everything turns into metaphor. The border is a line on a map, but also drawn inside himself somewhere.

She has recently lost her virginity, to a boy she met at the ice rink, and sex flows through her like a golden wind. She has forgotten the pain, though it's part of the shimmer around the faces of young men, with their bristly

Children still, on the verge of not being children any more.