Quotes About Transition

Nothing is ever changed at a single stroke, I know that full well, although a person sometimes wishes it could be otherwise.

To move to a new place -- that's the greatest excitement. For a while you believe you carry nothing with you -- all is canceled from before, or cauterized, and you begin again and nothing will go wrong this time.

I stepped inside the front hall and kicked off my snow boots. I slammed the door behind me, making the dark ruby and emerald glass shake in the small leaded panes. I slid purposely on the hall rug, causing it to bunch and crinkle on the slippery polished oak of the floor.

Only when something ends can we understand what it has meant. In

In the fluid world of 1919, it was possible to dream of great change, or have nightmares about the collapse of order.

It changes you for ever, but you are changing for ever anyway.

It's so difficult to say goodbye because, really, we've only just said hello.

Every now and then you get hit with hard times or good— who's to say? But then there are these tiny times in between when you look up at the tops of trees swaying or you sit don to a fine meal with a new family or you wake up alone and by the end of the day, you got yourself your first friend.

Sooner or later I'm going to die, but I'm not going to retire.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, my mind a jumble. So much for breaking it off gently, I thought. The humor helped my mind clear, but I couldn't laugh. What would happen next?

But the principal psychological achievements of this process take place in the period from about the fourth or fifth month to the thirtieth or thirty-sixth month, a period we refer to as the separation-individuation phase.

Nothing at all, but I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I'd hate to get used to something I'm not ready for.

Was tomorrow going to see the end of her long-guarded virginity?

Change always involves a dark night when everything falls apart. Yet if this period of dissolution is used to create new meaning, then chaos ends and new order emerges.

Night simply drapes itself over the day As if someone had lowered a curtain. The sky glitters and moves, Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.

Slavery all day, and then, suddenly, by nightfall- freedom!

Human movement is a bridge between solid ground and dreamlike air.

If what we change does not change us, we are playing with blocks.

No.' He spoke with a tenderness unexpected in him. 'No, lady, no. Put that clean out of your mind. That dear chap and his dog have gone, gone where the dear chaps do go, gone with a few I knew. You've got your own life and you go and live it and make a do of it, as no doubt he'd like you to. Now

She rose and followed her bust from the room.

Remarriage is an excellent test of just how amicable your divorce was.

You must watch and wait, Branza, to see what powers you have and don't have. It is not like home. We ruled there. Everything fell into place around what we wanted. Here, we are not the only ones wanting, and we must make room for other people's desires.

And then she fell, from standing, foot-fins together, straight into the wavelets, where she was now seal, and she flung herself down toward the deeper water.

Grief isn't like a map you can follow. It's not a simple route with a destination. Sometimes you loop back and find yourself in the exact same place you left.