Quotes About Transition

There were blows to be struck there that only she could strike. She must go to Compiègne. Jeanne was but a young girl. She could not realize that her allotted time was over. It is hard for one to accept the fact one is not needed; that everything can go on as usual without one, and Jeanne was very young.

To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All the trees have torches lit; Blazing red the maples shine the woodlands through...

The general struggle for existence of animate beings is not a struggle for raw materials – these, for organisms, are air, water and soil, all abundantly available – nor for energy which exists in plenty in any body in the form of heat, but a struggle for [negative] entropy, which becomes available through the transition of energy from the hot sun to the cold earth.

Nunca e em lugar algum do universo existe estabilidade e imobilidade. Mudança e transformação são características essenciais da vida. Cada estado de coisas é passageiro; cada época é uma época de transição. Na vida humana nunca há calma e repouso. A vida é um processo e não a permanência no status quo.

as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

What Trixie wanted, most of all, what she couldn't have - to go back to being the kind of girl who worried about things like science tests and whether any college would admit her, instead of being the kind of girl everyone worried about.

Reality is frigid; I have to dip one toe at a time and grow accustomed to the shock before wading in further.

He felt, sometimes, like the keeper of memories-the one who had to facilitate that invisible transition between the way it used to be and the way it would be from now on.

How can you ricochet from a moment where you are on top of the world to one where you are crawling at rock bottom

I used to hope that if we had to give up our old life, we'd get a new one.

At any moment, a person can start over. And that's not half a life, but simply a real one. (from Vanishing Acts)

Sometimes, all you can do is watch things burn, and wait for the ash to settle.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

I can't answer a single one of these, which is how I know that whether I'm ready or not, I'm growing up.

Until then she hadn't considered that there was a trade off, that she might not fit anymore in places where she'd been comfortable.

It's no small feat, finishing a journey, I tell her. But no one ever mentions that once you get there, you will have to turn around and head all the way home.

I didn't cry when she got on the plane. She lived with me for four years, and when she walked away, I didn't feel much of anything at all

And when your wife is not the same person you fell in love with eight years ago, where exactly does that leave you? Do you try to get to know who she has become, and hope for the best? Or do you keep deceiving yourself in the hope that she might wake up one morning and have gone back to the woman she used to be? May be, Caleb thinks with a small shock, he isn't the same person he once was, either.

Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

All I'm saying is that the past is nothing but a springboard for the future.

Okay, but what if death wasn't the ending you've been told it is? What if time is like fabric, a bolt that's so long you can't see where it starts or it ends?" She pauses. "Maybe at the moment a person dies, that life gets compressed so small and dense it's like a pinprick in the cloth. It may be that at that point, you enter a new reality. A new stitch in time, basically.

She pictured how it would feel to trust your instincts in a strange land, to know the difference between where you had been and where you were going.

I used to have pink hair, I told Seven. I used to have a real job, he answered. What happened? He shrugged. I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you?