Quotes About Transition

If he turned gray, then he did. I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing.

But there was something else, less easy to name. A loss, or lessening, that I feared her presence might bring.

D??ar?da mevsim de?i?mi?ti. Gökyüzü ellerini açt?, yer de o ellere uzanmak için ?i?ti.

I think we must leave very soon, or else stay the winter." The window was open; the breeze passed over us. It was a trick of his, to set a sentence out like a plate on a table and see what you would put on it.

midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.

The time when I had softened like wax was past.

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

For three weeks the earth would paint herself in every color, burst every bud, unfurl each rioting petal. Then, the wild flush of her excitement spent, she would settle down to the steady work of summer. It was my favorite time of year.

I don't either," he said. "I thought I might, but I don't." The days turned, and the months, and two years passed.

Good." Carelessly, as if to herself, she added, "You will be dead soon enough." She turned and dove into the sea, leaving no ripples behind her.

All my life, I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest.

So he agreed: I would be exiled, and fostered in another man's kingdom. In exchange for my weight in gold, they would rear me to manhood

Your son is not yet a man." Tyndareus' voice seemed far away. I could detect nothing in it.

I always thought of losing my virginity as a career move.

In the blink of an eye everything can change! Why waste time??

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

Two words. Three vowels. Four constenants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off you shoulders. The phrase is: It's over.

Then there is my current reality, the smells that are constants in my life: lemon slices and fresh ginger, the sharp tannin and milky contrast of builder's tea, and the slightly sickly green scent of freshly cut flower stems. And not forgetting the classic ingredients of the chypre base of so many of my favorite perfumes- bergamot, oakmoss, patchouli and labdanum (rock rose)- which I'm finding so reassuring in this time of transition.

Obviously, it's a huge deal when your little girl starts to turn into a woman, but the change has a gentle fluidity, so it seems to happen like time-lapse photography of a flower blooming.

My scents for change are (and there's a lot of them, because there's a lot going on for me at the moment!): Pour Homme by Yamamoto On the Road by Timothy Han Santal Blanc by Serge Lutens Oud Wood by Tom Ford Dear Polly by Vilhelm La Flâneuse by Lucien Lechêne PM by the Great Eastern Fragrance Company Je t'aime Jane by Bella Freud No. 9 Benjoin by Prada Shalimar by Guerlain Original by Eight & Bob

Instead of a last-gasp sprint, death can be a marathon.

When Death Is Close

If that's what dying is like, I think I can do it!

Dr. Kübler-Ross expanded on this theme in her 1961 book, On Death and Dying