Quotes About Transition

But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentous change of all?

But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentous change of all? We

By? mo?e caÅ'e ?ycie jest zaledwie dÅ'ugim przygotowaniem do chwili, w której siÄ™ z nim rozstajemy.

They departed, the gods, on the day of the strange tide.

A teraz, ju? po wszystkim, co? nowego si? zacz??o, nowego dla mnie - trudna sztuka ?ycia po ?mierci.

We have had quite a time of it, quite a time. I move, when I move, in a daze of bafflement. It's as if I had been standing for all my life in front of a full-length mirror, watching the people passing by, behind and in front of me, and now someone had taken me roughly by the shoulders and spun me about, and behold! There it was, the unreflected world, of people and things, and I nowhere to be seen in it. I might as well have been the one who died.

innocence is ignorance; ignorance is illusion; and Commencement, while it certainly is a metaphor, is no illusion. Commencement's for the disillusioned, not for the innocent.

Innocence is like youth,' he declared sadly, 'which is given to us only to expend and takes its very meaning from its loss.

What was your name before that?" I asked. "Frank," she said.

Nine-year-old boys usually turn ten at some point. It's the nineteen-year-olds who have difficulty turning twenty.

The dot that became a speck that became a blob that became a figure that became a boy

Pavel is not a doctor any more, Bruno' said Maria quietly. 'But he was. In another life. Before he came here

Hay veces en que le envidio su juventud, pero trato de no pensar mucho en eso. Un anciano no debe tener celos de aquellos que vienen a ocupar su puesto, y recordar el tiempo en que era joven, sano y viril es un acto de masoquismo que no sirve de nada.

Natuurlijk gebeurde dit allemaal heel lang geleden en kan zoiets nu niet meer gebeuren. Niet in onze tijd.

There are days when I rather detest living in the year 1867. Everything moves so quickly. Change is happening at such a pace. I preferred the way of life thirty years ago when I was a boy.

leaving me an orphan like those characters I had spoken of the night before, if one can truly be called an orphan at twenty-one years of age.

An old man should not resent those who are sent to take his place, and to recall when I was young and healthy and virile is an act of masochism that serves no purpose.

We had arrived in a strange country to start our lives over again, and every possession that we acquired from that moment forward would reference this new existence. Indeed, we had brought nothing at all from our old lives, except each other. But that, I believed, would surely be enough.

De qualquer jeito, eu tinha completado treze anos e achava que já era tempo de seguir meu próprio tempo. (Nove)

what a strange family I had grown up in and what a peculiar one I would leave behind one day.

I won't be coming back, she replied, taking the ticket from his hands and placing it carefully in her purse, for she had a sense that this might be an item that would be worth holding on to, a paper memory with the date of the beginning of her new life stamped across it in heavy black ink.

You know, that's what's wrong with us on the public level. We fret about how to keep going the same old way when we should be casting around for another way that's better. Our society is hurtling in free fall toward heaven knows where

It was a strange staging for death, for the woman on the high bed was dying. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way with a grim tenacity, but indubitably dying. Her vital ardour had sunk below the mark from which it could rise again, and was now ebbing as water runs from a little crack in a pitcher.

MORS JANUA VITAE