Quotes About Transition

Consider that as the heaps of sand piled on one another hide the former sands, so in life the events that go before are soon covered by those that come after.

The act of dying is also one of the acts of life.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

Just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

So, is there an afterlife, and if so, what will it be like? I don't have a clue. But I am confident that the one who has buoyed us up in life will also buoy us up through death. We die into God. What more that means, I do not know. But that is all I need to know.

This thing is not going to last forever, and the flaming ferris wheel will continue to spin without you.

How do you get right with the idea, at the age of thirty-one, that the career you've pursued with every fiber of your being has come suddenly to an end?

on; he might not be too late after all. The rain had picked up, and Cooper hurried up the walkway, still wishing for a jacket. As he approached the front door, he heard footsteps

along a long narrow passageway, which opened into a hall, and they saw

The longest part of the journey is said to be the passing of the gate.

Let arms yield to the toga, the laurel crown to praise.

Old age: the crown of life, our play's last act.

That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.

The past is a closed door.

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

We thought we were running away from the grown-ups, and now we're the grown-ups.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.

When he had first come to the village,it was the future that loomed huge.So much to plan.So much to learn. Then it was the present that had consumed him-each day with all its chores and never enough hours to do them.

She had sold their flat and moved to the east. She hadn't wanted to live in Highgate on her own. She'd wanted a new place, a new life, for what was left of life.

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But in fact they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to fluid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.

Whatever your personal beliefs and experiences, I invite you to consider that we need a new worldview to navigate this chaotic time. We cannot hope to make sense using our old maps. It won't help to dust them off or reprint them in bold colors. The more we rely on them, the more disoriented we become. They cause us to focus on the wrong things and blind us to what's significant. Using them, we will journey only to greater chaos.