Quotes About Transition

Each age has its choice of the death it will die.

The subjunctive mood is in its death throes, and the best thing to do is to put it out of its misery as soon as possible.

I don't really like the autumn. For me it is the beginning of winter and I hate the winter. White, the colour of death.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

We are not as we were. Death has been our pentecost.

What else is death but the refusal any longer to grow and suffer change?

Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

I think death is a big deal, obviously.

You don't know how easy death is. It's - it's like a door. A person simply walks through it, and she's lost to you forever.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

Death is a withdrawal of consciousness. It's like taking attention from here and putting it there.

Death is a doorway. It is a very small, thin doorway and only a portion of our being can walk through.

When you die you pass into inner worlds and continue to perceive. Death is not the dissolution of the self. Death is rather just a change in perception.

If you can die, you are confused because death is a perception of something ending and something else obviously beginning, which means we're still hung up on qualities.

Death is simply a change in perception. It is not an end to perception as a finite being.

When you die you forget. Death is a sleep, a forgetting. You forget about your previous lifetime. The essence of your being is the same. But at death, the personality dissolves

Death doesn't change anything. It just gives you a new location. The physical mind dissolves. But the overriding state of mind that you die in is the state of mind that you are born into.

The state between birth and death is not sympathetic. It is a flow system. Whatever your conscious level is, that is how you will reincarnate.

Gray hairs are death's blossoms.

One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.

Death is not soft-mouthed, vague-footed, nearby. It is in the hall.

Christ has made of death a narrow starlit strip between the companionships of yesterday and the reunions of tomorrow.

Death is an absolute marvel.