Quotes About Transition

Like whites in South Africa or the Southern states who knew that things had changed, who even accepted the changes, but who couldn't quite shake the certainty deeply, diplomatically, hidden, that they should still be in charge.

the room was warming up and there was nothing quite like the comfort of being cold, then slowly feeling the heat approaching and arriving and spreading.

Most of us are great with change, as long as it was our idea. But change imposed from the outside can send some people into a tailspin.

Times change. You had to roll with it. But it was impossible to roll without getting bruised.

he knew most places felt just a little sad in spring, when the bright and playful snow had gone and the flowers and trees hadn't yet bloomed. The

Those girls over there all think they have it bad.' 'But wait 'til menopause,' confirmed Myrna.

It was a post her former colleagues no doubt viewed as a significant step down. But Reine Marie wasn't interested in steps. She'd arrived at where she wanted to be. No more steps." Chapter 1 · Page 5 · Location 101

She lived, it seemed, at the place where the river Styx narrowed.

Al's mouth formed the beginning of a word. Why, perhaps. Or, what. But it died there. And Gamache saw Laurent's father pack up his home, take all his possessions, and move. To that other world. Where nine-year-old boys were killed. A world where nine-year-old boys were murdered. Armand Gamache was the moving man, the ferryman, who took him there. And once across there was no going back.

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marvelled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.

Julie wasn't as cheery, not as bright as before she'd joined them. They'd tarnished her.

a single bright orange leaf lost its grip and wafted back and forth, gently falling to the ground.

They'd reached St Thomas's and climbed the half-dozen wooden steps to the small veranda. Gamache

He wondered if those who'd experienced death recognized the boatman.

You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually it all came back, but different. Rearranged.

Armand Gamache had expected to need a few moments to adjust to the dark interior. He hadn't expected that he'd need to adjust to the light.

You're fourteen years old. You've only had that hair for fourteen years and you want to change it already! How bored are you going to be with it by the time you are thirty? What color will you be up to by then?

Hij zegt: "Hoor eens, Georgie, je bent nu een jonge vrouw(wat was ik dan eerst, een jong paard?)

This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?

Beneath this sod lie the remains Of one who died of growing pains.

happy endings start with new beginnings.

A good sailor knows everything is always changing.

However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning.

interstices,