Quotes About Transition

Anytime people do something consciously for the last time, Samuel Johnson is reported to have remarked, they feel sad.

The evening light would concentrate itself into the band of sky over the black jagged peaks of the Hellespontus, brilliant pinks and silvers and violets shading up into dark indigos and bruised blacks, and their voices would soften in that last part of the twilight Michel called entre chien et loup.

the aristocracy look worried. Perhaps you will have to work for yourselves, and live off that. Live at the same level as anyone else. And it's true—that will happen. But it's going to be all right, even for you. Enough is as good as a feast.

Will I like it Jake? In your place? I hope so, hon. Is it very different? I smiled. People pay more for gasoline and have more buttons to push. Otherwise, it's about the same.

To live is to change, to die one hundred deaths.

Once you've traded Legos for masturbation, you're not really a boy anymore, are you?

Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their lives, and cannot change.

Yes, he answered, it's a strain being witty at my age. I'm giving it up.

Den lange jærnbanereise har rystet sammen alle de forskjellige dele i vore hoder, det danser mange løse ting omkring derinde, vi kjører endnu; selv har jeg desuten et lite tillæg av mathet, av ubehag, feber. Det der må nok kureres med en bitte liten dram, sier jeg. Og så ser jeg min leilighet til å hælde kognak i et ølglass.

Small things and great occur; a tooth falls from the mouth, a man out of the ranks, a sparrow to the ground.

My whole consciousness underwent some change, a tissue in my brain parted.

Gözlerimi aç?nca, eski al??kanl?k, bugün için bir ümit var m? diye düÅŸünmeye baÅŸlad?m.

Vi er som brever som er sendt ut: vi befiner os ikke længer under befordringen, vi er kommet frem. Så er det da om vi har hvirvlet glæder og sorger op ved vårt indhold eller vi intet indtryk har efterlat.

Ah, how hard it is to manage the fateful transition to old age gracefully and calmly! Instead, convulsions, writhings, grimaces, strife with the younger generation, envy.

Every growing thing has received its peculiar impress: the delicately blown breath of the first cold. The stubbles straggle wanly sunwards, and the falling leaves rustle to the earth, with a sound as of errant silkworms.

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. Fuckall, he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother...?

when men like us do change, the change is profound.

When she'd gotten her period at thirteen, he'd given her a copy of The Care and Keeping of You. He'd been red-faced, gruffly saying, "Here. I'm sure you'll put all this together.

I believe in times of adversity there's a line that is sometimes drawn, a line that separates your old life from your new. You cross the line, you'll never be the same.

Sabine was now sixteen and old enough to begin doing what any girl like her would." Brazen Mortal crossed her arms over her chest and knowingly said, "Prostitution." "Wrong. Commercial fishing." "Really?" "Noooo," Sabine said. "Fortune-telling.

A mindset can shift in the space of a few missed breaths.

Then she turned toward Munro. Toward the future.

I'm wading in, but I'm not ready to fully immerse myself yet.

The beauty of life is its sudden changes. No one knows what is going to happen next, and so we are constantly being surprised and entertained.