Quotes About Transition

We are the old, dishonoured ones, the broken husks of men. Even then they cast us off, the rescue mission left us here to prop a child's strength upon a stick. What if the new sap rises in his chest? He has no soldiery in him, no more than we, and we are the aged past ageing, gloss of the leaf shrivelled, three legs at a time we falter on. Old men are children once again, a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

Do not be in a hurry to change one evil for another.

They had then got to a bridge over the river, where

But things move on and by the time you've plotted your position the world around you has changed and you are running -panting- to catch up.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

The afternoons were getting longer again, stretching. I stayed too long at a stoplight because the sunlight was so pretty, sifting through all the leaves on the sycamore trees lining Sierra Bonita, turning each a pale jade green. The jacaranda trees preparing for their burst of true lavender blue come May. Go, said Dad. Sorry, I said.

Sono innamorata dello smettere. A suo modo è un'arte, se ci pensate. Smettere bene richiede un innato senso della bellezza; bisogna saper sentire il momento della svolta, proprio quando il desiderio fa la sua comparsa, quello è il momento di darci un taglio, giù deciso, l'istante in cui lo smettere è maturo come una pesca che si fa dolce sull'albero: crack, si spacca il picciolo, la pesca cade per terra, nera e argento di mosche.

When I crossed the street, according to my mother, I still had to hold someone's hand. At ten, I would be able to cross streets unhanded. I'd held on to Joseph's many times before, for many years, but holding his was like holding a plant, and the disappointment of fingers that didn't grasp back was so acute that at some point I'd opted to take his forearm instead.

Dad lost his job. Then he got a new job. Then he got his old job back and went back to it. They were all in the same building.

our changes in height remained unmarked on the door frames, so we grew up tall on our own without proof

After 40 (old age for most of man's history), one should strive to be more or less packed and ready to go were the end call to come.

Tendemos a nos apegar a uma noção fixa das emoções, como se existisse uma linha entre amar e não amar que pudesse ser cruzada somente duas vezes, no início e no fim de um relacionamento, em vez de transposta minuto a minuto.

We gaan in op reusachtige, ongrijpbare collectieve projecten, zodat we ons afvragen wat we vorig jaar deden, sterker nog, waar wij zijn gebleven en wat er van ons geworden is. We zien onze verspilde krachten onder ogen tijdens het pathos van een pensioneringsfeestje.

In the old days he would have taken to the block. Now he was taken to New Zealand and given the role of high commissioner. It was the block, but it took longer.

Once upon a time I had my life planned out...

nine years earlier. Life was still

Let the things of long ago drift away on the water

Everything will change when your desire to move on exceeds your desire to hold.

If you have ever followed a rainbow to its end, it leads you to the ground on which you are standing.

What was, was. What is, is. Be true to what is, rather than clinging to an old form. Then you will create new meaningful relationships that match who you are and what you want.

Forced change is not true change;

When a relationship has served its purpose, there is no use to try to hang onto it.

La muerte es la forma que tiene el universo de limpiar lo que ya ha cumplido con su propósito, para dejar vía libre al siguiente acto de propósito.

The tipping point of spiritual maturity comes when you move from "should" to "would.