Quotes About Transition

Switching from task to task is a large mental burden because you are essentially stopping and starting from zero numerous times throughout the day. It takes a lot of energy to switch from task to task, and there are usually a few wasted minutes just regaining your bearings and figuring out the status of the task you were working on. Of course, these kinds of interruptions only lead to achieving just a portion of what you can and want to.

It's your right to change your mind. What was possible when you agreed to something might not be possible anymore. This is normal in a world where things are constantly changing. It's a shame to inconvenience someone, but you have to look after yourself.

Et il partira. Il sortira de sa vie comme l'on sort d'une pièce en s'excusant de s'être trompé de porte.

Tu as encore quelque chose à me dire ? lui demande-t-elle d'une voix neutre. Non, reconnaît-il, avec l'impression d'entendre ce petit déclic qui signale que le présent vient de se changer en passé.

Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea.

Each drink had become a wearisome turnstile through which he had to pass to reach the next.

Il lui semblait atteindre un carrefour de sa vie, ou plutôt une lisière d'où il pourrait s'élancer vers l'avenir. Pour la première fois, il avait dans la tête le mot avenir, et un autre mot: l'horizon. Ces soirs-là, les rues désertes et silencieuses du quartier étaient des lignes de fuite, qui débouchaient toutes sur l'avenir et l'HORIZON.

One has to retire eventually, Guy.

Life is completely different when you live near a railway station. It feels as if you're just passing through. Everything is temporary. One day or another, you'll hop on a train.

Quelle délivrance tandis que tous ces mots sortaient de ma bouche… Une partie de ma vie s'achevait, une vie qui m'avait été imposée. Désormais, ce serait moi qui déciderais de mon sort.

Usually, when I came home by myself at night, I would get to the corner or Rue Coustou and suddenly feel like I was leaving the present and sliding into a zone where time had stopped. And I was terrified of never being able to cross back, to return to Place Blanche, where life was being lived. I though I would remain forever a prisoner of that little street and that room, like Sleeping Beauty.

Era mai possibile che l'incidente dell'altra notte avesse provocato una simile frattura nella mia esistenza, e che ormai ci fossero un prima e un dopo? Ho

Things change, but they stay the same.

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

And at first it's okay, you know, not perfect, but okay, and you get used to it. Then it gets a little worse, and you get used to that, too. Then one day, you wake up and you don't have the first freakin' clue how it got that bad.

Death is not the end.

And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.

You let me go," I say. "I'll show you all about how I'm gonna transform you.

This is not the way our story ends. You know this' - 'Stories do not end.' - 'Ah, you are right, but you are also wrong. They end and they begin every moment. It is all about when you stop the telling.

I am Todd Hewitt, I think to myself with my eyes closed. I am twelve years and twelve months old. I live in Prentisstown on New World. I will be a man in one month's time exactly.

I don't know what's ahead," I say. "I don't know nothing about nothing but whatever it is, it's gotta be better than what's behind. It's gotta be.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

But this, all this, isn't the story I'm trying to tell. This is all past. This is the part of your life where it gets taken over by other people's stories and there's nothing you can do about it except hold on tight and hope you're still alive at the end to take up your own story again. So that's what we did. Me, Mel, and Meredith all moved on, and we're the stories we're living now. Aren't we?

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.