Quotes About Transition

the darkest hour is closest to dawn.

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.

For those who have lived their lives in a constant state of hypervigilance, as our DNA dictates is necessary to survive and prevail at the tip of the spear, identifying a new mission in a postmilitary life can be a daunting task; the team is family, the team is purpose, the team is home.

How the Italian gunmaker's awkward 9mm handgun had replaced the Colt 1911A1 .45 to become the official sidearm of the U.S. armed forces, Reece could only guess.

The pistol is just to fight your way to the rifle. Then get to work.

distinctive hammer and sickle signifying workers and peasants, would never fly again. When she told Kira of that night she had smiled. Change was on the winds.

Maybe I live in what is for me the wrong time.

You're a fast learner," she remarked. "You've gone from slowpoke to safety hazard in one day.

Your pony, he said as he stomped toward me. "I'm the farrier who is here to fix your pony." "I thought you were a Hells Angel," I said. "I used to be," he replied. "But fighting all the time and being really drunk and nasty got boring. So now I just take care of animals.

I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.

The heart never fits the journey. Always one ends first.

Another Grandfather" Every generation tells of how the good world died.

After wrestling with myself for six months, I began medical treatment. During that time I started a band with some friends of mine called Jack's Car, but that didn't last.

Pro football gave me a good sense of perspective to enter politics: I'd already been booed, cheered, cut, sold, traded and hung in effigy.

She'd intended to sign with an escort service, but fucked up and immediately acquired a heroin habit which detoured her career to a massage parlor, cranking out handjobs like Dunkin' cranked out donuts.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

Trying to hold onto "how it was" will only create suffering and disappointment, because life is a river and everything changes.

Fear is the membrane between what we know and something new. It tells us we are about to open to something bigger than the world we usually experience.

After the ecstasy comes the laundry.

Just something else to let go of.

He has made enormous progress – backward.

Time is like a river. As soon as a thing is seen, it is carried away and another takes its place, and then that other is carried away also. —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS         DAVE