Quotes About Transition

The only good thing about the good old days is they're gone.

Makes you wonder. When I left St. Louis, I was making five dollars a night. Now I'm getting $5,000 a week — for saying the same things out loud I used to say under my breath.

Hundreds of leading socialists, initially in Italy but subsequently in Germany, France, and other countries, also became fascists.

I run each morning, two, three, sometimes four kilometers. Part of March, all of April, all of May. I can't run five. I am eating up kilometers on my way to where it is always twilight. I am running out of this world.

My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing. I keep resting and thinking. All day I have been two people - the me imprisoned in yesterday and the me out here on the mound; and now there is a third me trying to get in - the me in what is going to happen next.

All I really want to write about is what happened just before he left. But if I let myself start with that I might forget some of the things which came first. And every word he said is of deepest value to me.

They said this flat was converted but I think its still heathen

How indescribable the scent of autumn flowers was– barely a scent at all, really; just a faint, strange smell, pleasant but sad. Could a smell be sad or was it just the association with the dying summer?

The caravans bark but the dogs move on.

The most common descriptions I have found of the moment when death occurs is that there is a feeling of coldness and then suddenly the spirit is standing by the side of the bed (or wherever) looking at their body. They usually can't understand why the other people in the room are so upset because they feel so wonderful. The overall sensation is one of exhilaration rather than dread.

These are the days after. Everything now is measured by after.

We need time to lose interest in things.

I was always younger than anyone around me. One day it began to change.

That's what it all comes down to in the end,' he said. 'A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?

Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all be left. Because I am here and where. And I will go or not or never. And I have seen what I will see. If I am where I will be. Because nothing comes between me.

Freud is finished, Einstein's next.

She was the one, I decided, who would guide me into the vortex of the cliche.

Sometimes it takes an entire morning to outlive a dream, to outwake a dream.

That's great. Tell me about it. I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography. The beginning of the end.

The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.

A sunset is the story of the world's day.

That's what it all comes down to in the end. A person spends his life saying good-bye to other people. How does he say good-bye to himself?

At first it was only a nuisance. Now it's a nuisance that threatens to become a way of life.

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.