Quotes About Transition

Emerging from an Abyss and entering it again—that is Life, is it not?

Dying is a wild night and a new road

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become — Who had they lived, had died but when They died, Vitality begun.

It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down— It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

Me perdí cuando ya estaba salvada. Sentí que el mundo me dejaba atrás. Y ceñidos los lomos, al borde mismo de la Eternidad

DAWN. When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour.

We outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer

Les Étais soutiennent la Maison Jusqu'à ce que la Maison soit achevée Puis les Étais se retirent Et adéquate, droite, La Maison se tient seule Et ne se souvient plus Du Foret et du Charpentier - Telle est exactement l'expérience rétrospective D'une Vie accomplie - Un Passé de Planche et de Clou Et de lenteur - puis tombent les échafaudages Et s'affirme une Âme -

Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns

I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.

In snow thou comest Thou shalt go with resuming ground The sweet derision of thx crow And Glee's advancing sound

Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way?

Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me

i wish i could freeze this moment, somehow delay my final decision, and just hang here in the balance between two places, two worlds, two loves.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

The worst thing about this particular end (of my youth) and the beginning (of middle age) is that for the first time in my life, I realize I don't know where I'm going. My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love. And on the eve of my thirteth, I must face that I am 0 for 2.

Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life...

Life was good then, I though, as I started to cry. Not so much because I missed the good times, although I did. It was more that I knew I was turning into one of those girls who, upon looking at high school photos, feels wistful.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things—time and an emotional replacement—to fully mend one.

You can't go back," he says. "Just look forward. You're doing the right thing now.

The feeling of leaving, even when you don't want to. The feeling that sometimes things just can't be fixed.

Ne volim krajeve i po?etke. Uvijek bih se radije ljuljuškala u sredini.

endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

I talk every day to people who smile through tears in describing their lost loved ones, their own lives building on the foundations of those who are no longer here.     My grandfather has been lonely since my grandmother's death, of course. In some ways he is waiting quietly for his own, hoping that it will be, as he often points out, as good an