Quotes About Transition

Grief is a good thing. It's the way we get through the transitions of life.

Death is not your termination but your transition into eternity, so there are eternal consequences to everything you do on earth. Every act of our lives strikes some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

You may be serving in obscurity in some small place, feeling unknown and unappreciated. Listen, God put you were you are for a purpose! ... He will let you know if he wants you somewhere else.

He didn't make plans himself any more. There was now and it was followed by another now. If you were lucky.

First things were nice, last things not so much so.

white lilies, the kind you would give to a bride or a corpse.

but nonetheless once you hit fifty there was no escaping the fact that you had a one-way ticket on a nonstop service to the terminus.

They were turning into Wallace and Gromit, he could feel it. Soon he'd be calling the dog lad and sharing cheese and crackers with it. There were worse things, he supposed.

bluestocking, Nancy. Married life has quite changed something

Life was all just coming and going, wasn't it? And then eventually it was just going.

The home in which you reside it not forever.

Identities aren't meant to be permanent. They're like cars: they take us from one place to another. We work, travel, and seek adventure in them until they break down beyond repair. At that point, living well means finding a new model that better suits us for a new moment.

The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.

His coming was in the nature of a welcome disturbance; it seemed to furnish a new direction for her emotions.

Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning, out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems to be no longer worth wearing.

As the devoted wife of a man who worshipped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.

What world is this I now inhabit, and how shall I live in it?

How many times, Edward wondered, would he have to leave without getting the chance to say goodbye?

What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?

There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

She had run away from home plenty of times, but that was when she was only a kid. It wasn't running away this time, she figured. It was leaving.

Cross that bridge when you come to it

Aber das hat dich krank gemacht, fuhr sie fort. Nicht sein Tod, sondern das danach.

To have been always what I am; and so changed from what I was