Quotes About Transition

An Gorta Mor, she said. In the famine children saw their parents die and then went to live with the people on the other side. In their minds they went. When they came back they were unfinished. They are forever falling. She shook out her wet, pinned-up skirt and watched as Johanna carefully ate pieces of bacon with her hands.

We are in the middle of many changes, and this endless changing is become disorder and people cannot long endure disorder. They'll do anything rather than put up with it. Desperate things. Things that they don't want to remember later.

However, the general population had not settled the matter of free black people in their minds yet. All was in flux. Flux: a soldering aid that promotes the fusion of two surfaces, an unstable substance that catches fire.

He was going to have somebody reading the evening news to him for quite some time.

In January 1973, Murray lost Barlow to cancer. By September, she had resigned from Brandeis University and entered the General Theological Seminary. The year after she earned her Master of Divinity degree, she became the first African-American woman to be ordained an Episcopal priest.

My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.

How can you compare the flower buds of a tree in spring to the amazing lush greenery of summer, to the fiery leaves of autumn, to the stark chiaroscuro of winter? We understand those changes are irrevocable, and each one delights in its own way.

La familia que existe en la cabeza de las personas es más importante que la que se registra en su libreta de tomador del censo...La experiencia de la inmigración proporciona una visión especial sobre cómo las personas aprenden a prescindir de aquello a que estaban acostumbradas para poder adoptar lo nuevo.

Alexander, my nights, my days, my every thought. You will fall away from me in just a while, won't you, and I'll be whole again, and I will go on and feel for someone else, the way everybody does. But my innocence is gone forever.

The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left.

We're moving cities, we're changing our name just like this hotel. You call that all right?" "Yes," she said. "We still have each other. We still have our lives." "How the definition of being all right changes," said Alexander.

Everyone feels that way, that we will never stop loving someone, that we will never love anyone else, that we can never feel more than we do right now, but yet... we do, somehow, stop loving. We do get over it. Don't we? We have to. We must. Otherwise, how could we go on?

the days of the young, when they gulped the air and lived to see the better world, the grown-up world, when they could not wait for the days to end so that they could get on with the rest of their lives.

Time neither moves nor is stationary. Time changes.

The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.

Publishing is in a kind of Jurassic age.

When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.

Conversion to the people requires a profound rebirth. Those who undergo it must take on a new form of existence; they can no longer remain as they were.

In the process of transition of revolution, is to create an education that enlarges and amplifies the horizon of critical understanding of the people, to cre­ate an education devoted to freedom.

E quando tudo tinha mudado, me dei ao direito de também.

sometimes you meet yourself on the road before you have a to learn the appropriate greeting!

porque pasé como pasa uno siempre por su vida, a toda velocidad y a los tumbos.

Se van marchando. Un día se marchan los siete años, pum. Otro día se marchan los coho, pum. Otro día se van los nueve, pum. Y después no los busque por ninguna parte, porque, si los encuentra, seguro que ya no son sus hijos. Sino parecidos. Con sus apellidos. Con algunos gestos de entonces, eso sí. [...] Se han ido y ya no vuelven. Y tú entonces te dices dónde leñes has estado mirando y qué has estado haciendo todo este tiempo.

A veces te duele más el vacío del futuro que del pasado.