Quotes About Transition

You don't know how easy death is. It's - it's like a door. A person simply walks through it, and she's lost to you forever.

Mais il avait oublié l'inventaire, il ne voyait pas son empire, ces magasins crevant de richesses. Tout avait disparu, les victoires bruyantes d'hier, la fortune colossale de demain. D'un regard désespéré, il suivait Denise, et quand elle eut passé la porte, il n'y eut plus rien, la maison devint noire.

O ?imdiye kadar bedeniyle sevmi?ti. ?imdi kafas?yla sevmeye ba?lad?.

On cause de son mal, on ne se coupe pas le cÅ"ur en quatre tout d'un coup, on s'habitue à la séparation, enfin !

Todo se acaba y nada vuelve a empezar en la vida

Hay entre nosotros, dos minutos después, algún vínculo que no existía dos minutos antes?

May the joy we once felt in this place accompany you wherever you've gone.

It's easy to get stuck in one track. When something tosses you out of it, you begin to realize there's scenery you haven't noticed.

amounts some years

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day.

Something is happening to me, Nelly. I can feel a strange change coming in my life, and its shadow is hanging over me. I'm not interested in living any more – I can hardly even remember to eat or drink. I hate to see Catherine and Hareton because they remind me so much of Cathy. But then – everything I see reminds me of her! I see her in every cloud and tree. Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by her.

How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget

Eduardo se sintió tan entontecido como tantos otros lo han estado antes que él y lo seguirán estando en lo sucesivo, el día en que llevó al altar a Catalina, tres años después de la muerte de sus padres.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

I must go in. The fog is rising.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by, With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

We grow accustomed to the dark when light is put away--

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.

We never know we go,—when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more.

Death is a dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. Dissolve says Death-The Spirit Sir I have another Trust-

The name – of it – is "Autumn" – The hue – of it – is Blood