Quotes About Transition

Everything goes by — men, the seasons, the clouds, and there is no use clinging to the stones, no use fighting it out on some rock in midstream; the tired fingers open, the arms fall back inertly and you are still dragged into the river, the river which seems to flow so slowly yet never stops.

But at a certain point we turn round, almost instinctively, and see that a gate has been bolted behind us, barring our way back (...) Then we understand that time is passing and that one day or another the road must come to an end.

Così una pagina lentamente si volta, si distende dalla parte opposta, aggiungendosi alle altre già finite, per ora è solamente uno strato sottile, quelle che rimangono da leggere sono in confronto un mucchio inesauribile. Ma è pur sempre un'altra pagina consumata, signor tenente, una porzione di vita.

Muhakkak farkl? birÅŸeyler olagelmeli,öyle bir ÅŸey ki insan:Art?k sonuna gelmiÅŸ olsam bile beklemeye deÄŸmiÅŸ diyebilmeli.

A una certa età tutti voi, uomini, cambiate. Non rimane più niente di quello che eravate da piccoli. Diventate irriconoscibili. Anche tu colonnello, un giorno, dovevi essere diverso...

This life looked like being a wash-out, so I pinned my hopes to the next.

Having no name to call on was having no past; having no past pointed to the fissure between the past and the present. That fissure is represented in the Door of No Return: that place where our ancestors departed one world for another; the Old World for the New. The place where all names were forgotten and all beginnings recast.

Wir setzen an dieser Stelle über den Fluss—

Sometimes you must cross a bridge and other times you need to burn it. But, always keep building one and never lose your faith in life.

Grieving is a necessary passage and a difficult transition to finally letting go of sorrow - it is not a permanent rest stop.

I'm back where I started, she marveled. But now everything's different.

No matter how happy a person may be in a certain lifetime, eventually the lessons are learned and nothing more can be gained by staying there. It is then time for the spirit to move on to more profound and complex lessons. The spirit must advance.

When the time comes, the journey toward the brilliant white light that marks the barrier between this world and the next will not hold as much fear as it once would have. For in my study of death, I have found the celebration of life.

I felt a subtle sense of disappointment as I left the morgue.

There are no second acts. But I still believe there are, from time to time.

Once again, the wheel was turning; the time for rest was over.

Time was a dry wind brushing away his youth and his strength.

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

Que aquel Jesús Nazareno ha de destruir este lugar, y mudar las tradiciones u observancias que nos dejó ordenadas Moisés.

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.

I mean, nothing's really changed, but we've changed.

Some things happen to us from which we never recover, and they disrupt the normalcy of our lives. That's how life is. Human nature has a tendency to try to reconstruct old ways and pick up where we left off. If we're wise, we won't continue to go back to the way things were (we can't anyway). We must instead forget the old standard and accept a 'new normal.

Mexico is a country where the temples of the new gods are built on the gravesites of the old.

guy trips over the age thirty wire, he realizes that certain things he wanted in his life just aren't going to happen.