Quotes About Transition

Flux has heightened us into knots of staid tension.

I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It's somebody else's turn now.

I appreciate how hard it is to throw such things away, and harder still to pack them up and move them with you, but other people's condiments are depressing.

the last several years my life had begun to feel shapeless, like underwear with the elastic gone, the days down around my ankles.

The past gets swallowed up in the extraordinary circumstances of now. But mostly it hurts too much to let my mind go back.

To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me.

It is not best to swap horses while crossing the river.

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present.

He was teaching me how to die, just as he'd taught me how to live.

The trouble with mental catch is that the ball you throw changes in midair into another.

We had moved in a single November night from ideology to politics—from what you _want_ to what you do—with the usual disappointing results.

What made me sad just then was the new knowledge that things changed, and there was nothing you could do about it. In a way, that was a Parisian emotion too.

The passage from the big to the little is what makes Paris beautiful, and you have to be prepared to be small—to live, to trudge, to have your head down in melancholy and then lift it up, sideways—to get it.

I guess I'm just afraid of whats going to happen. Because you can't run forever. There's only so much pavement that the road makers lay down. After a while, the highway quits going north and it just turns into sky. And you can't go anywhere in the sky unless you have a plane or some kind of rocket.

There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper. A little beef and bingo at the Nugents'.

I'll have to come over,' she told Zurndorfer. 'What – in person?' 'Yes.' Zurndorfer's simface goggled at her. 'I'm sorry to be dense, but, you mean physically shift yourself from over there to … you know. Here?' 'Yes.' 'Well, I say, well of course. I mean. If you think that's necessary. Is that necessary?

It's a bittersweet road we parents travel. We start with total commitment to a small, helpless human being. Over the years we worry, plan, comfort, and try to understand. We give our love, our labor, our knowledge, and our experience—so that one day he or she will have the inner strength and confidence to leave us.

The first stage of widowhood is paperwork.

All your life you was one thing. And now you can be something else if you want! Somebody completely different. You can actually start yourself over from scratch. Turn yourself into what you have always wanted to be!

And now I'm old. That bus is parked permanently. The battery is dead. And I can't remember where I put the jumper cables.

Folks lighten up their lives when they're about to make a move.

We all come here thinking that we'll go home. And then, this becomes home." The

but remember there is a fine line between youngish and old.

The sending of the Holy Spirit depends on the Lord's departure.