Quotes About Transition

My good friend the Governor said I could settle down at Port Stanley and take things quietly for a few weeks. The street of that port is about a mile and a half long. It has the slaughterhouse at one end and the graveyard at the other. The chief distraction is to walk from the slaughterhouse to the graveyard. For a change one may walk from the graveyard to the slaughterhouse.

Rude?os ar skumj?m samierinies.

Moments carry the momentum of the past and fuel the momentum for the future. Guy

Las viejas costumbres mueren despacio

Today I am a woman torn between the terror that everything might change and the equal terror that everything might carry on exactly the same for the rest of my days. —Paulo Coelho, Adultery

I got rid of my motorcycle when Jimmy was born. I'm not allowed to die in a bike crash anymore.

pain gathering up its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night," to borrow the words of Khaled Hosseini.3

Grace is the ability to accept change. Be open and supple; the brittle break.

college wasn't more school, as Chris had anticipated. School was a normalization of the familiar. College was a penetration into the exotic.

At their very feet had been the river. The boat came breasting out of the mist, and in they stepped. All new things in life were meant to come like that.

For he was not strong enough to receive the impact of unfamiliar things without a little talk to break their fall.

It was in a place where the days would go by and surprise anyone that they were over.

There was a deep boom, like the rolling in of an ocean wave. The hearse door had been slammed shut.

As they proceeded there, black wings thudded in sudden unison, and a flock of birds flew up as they might from a ploughed field, still shaped like it, like an old map that still served new territory, and wrinkled away in the air.

I am sad when I think that the years go by like sacks that we mark Returned Empty, sad when I think that we shall be separated from one another and from ourselves.

It is not enough to probe the question of what the text is saying. It is equally important to discover why it is saying what it says. The question of why is most often the context for the transition into homiletical form.

Sometimes it was hard to tell whether the fog was rolling in over the city or whether the city was drifting out to meet it.

The hermit crab doesn't look too closely, he just crawls into a shell that isn't his. But remains a hermit. That's my hang-up: if I leave my shell, I can't crawl into yours.

By then I had moved often enough not to have the usual illusions about a clean slate or a fresh start or a new life. I knew that I could not escape myself. And the idea of beginning again, with no furniture and no friends, was exhausting. So my happiness then is hard to explain. I am tempted now to believe that entering the life one is meant to inhabit is a thrilling sensation and that is all.

The world I hadn't grown up in was spinning away.

Everything Must Go by the Manic Street Preachers.

Every parent is astonished when their child becomes, quite suddenly, a young person. Only yesterday … Why didn't we notice what was happening when it was happening? Why had we been too busy to enjoy her progress towards the cusp of maturity?

All life changes the world, which is in a constant process of flux. Humans,

What happens at the end of a story? Something changes, or it doesn't. I like it best when things just stop.