Quotes About Transition

Romantic souvenirs had a way of attaching themselves to one when one wanted to move on, but they were not to be taken seriously.

I love you baby goodnight. There goes my life

Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.

Barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

I know the world is flat now, I'm not going back.

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall.

She felt like something had shifted between them but wasn't sure what.

If life can remove someone you never wanted to lose, it can replace them with someone you never dreamed of wanting.

Cuba changed you. I changed you. And you are changing me.

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

All good things must come to an end.

I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it. It's just getting out of one car, and into another

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

Being Doctor Who, I used to look at the clock and know at half past four we were going to stop rehearsing - and that was a sad moment for me because I wanted to stay in this beautiful, unreal world.

Sometimes, the only way to exorcise old ghosts is to pack your bags and move in with them.

Because change will come as it will, and there's nothing we can do to prevent it. In fact, try to stop it and you trip over the turning wheels.

Everyone will pass eventually, someway or somewhere

Sometimes I want to lie down on a park bench: that would change my status from Lost Inside to Lost Outside.

If only it were possible to grasp the moment when two people first become strangers to each other.

And tomorrow... what? Nobody knows. You understand? Neither I nor anyone else knows. It's unknown. You understand it's come to an end, everything that was known? Now it'll be new, never before seen or imagined.

The same joy is in a stone which, thrown aloft, hesitates a little at the height of its flight and then rushes down to the ground. It is the same with a man when in his final convulsion he takes a last deep breath and dies.

She was looking down at something; her eyes were lowered, like blinds. I thought suddenly of how you walk along the avenue around 22:00 hours, and among the brightly lit cages there are some dark ones, with the blinds lowered...What was going on there in her head, behind her blinds? ... Then she raised the blinds, looked up...

it is twenty-two-thirty. Till tomorrow, then. Record Four The Wild Man with a Barometer – Epilepsy – If * * * * * * * Until today everything in life seemed to me clear (that is why, I think, I always had a sort of partiality toward the word "clear"), but today...

The wagon rests in winter, the sleigh in summer, the horse never.