Quotes About Transition

The Lesson is, we all need to expose ourselves to the winds of change

The person who is the star of previous era is often the last one to adapt to change, the last one to yield to logic of a strategic inflection point and tends to fall harder than most.

People in the trenches are usually in touch with impending changes early

You can be the subject of a strategic inflection point but you can also be the cause of one

In short, strategic inflection points are about fundamental change in any business, technological or not

Greetings on this most exceedingly beautiful spring morning. A morning swollen with new life, a morning on which, if I had the voice, I would let loose with song. It's hard to believe just a few short weeks ago we were eating our cornflakes in the wintery dark. Now, well it's still kind of dim out there, but I can see the golden glow of Apollo's chariot waiting in the wings, about to make its entrance. Winter's on the lam, no doubt.

Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.

Strange to be almost fifty, no? I feel like I just understood how to be young." "Yes! It's like the last day in a foreign country. You finally figure out where to get coffee, and drinks, and a good steak. And then you have to leave. And you won't ever be back.

will be different

Countries rise to power and then fall into triviality.

I'd realized that the surest way forward was to burn all the bridges behind.

Life is like that; all things come to an end. There are some trees where owls have nested for hundreds of years, and yet at some point they leave it empty, don't return there.

I was wandering in time, and entered a door to the past just before it closed over.

Va'esse deireádh aep eigean, va'esse eigh faidh'ar. (Something ends, something begins.)

Everything ends.' No, he thought. I don't want it to be like that. I'm tired. Too tired to accept the perspective of endings which are beginnings, and starting everything over again. I'd like …

You remind me, Geralt, of an old fisherman who, towards the end of his life, discovers that fish stink and the breeze from the sea makes your bones ache. Be consistent. Talking and regretting won't get you anywhere. If I were to find that the demand for poetry had come to an end, I'd hang up my lute and become a gardener. I'd grow roses.

Yes, yes," sighed Dandilion anew. "The world is changing, the sun sets, and the vodka is coming to an end.

No sólo no volveré por estos lares —continuó Geralt pacientemente—, sino que dejaré de actuar del todo como brujo. Nunca más mataré a ninguno de vosotros.

Va'esse deireádh aep eigean, va'esse eigh faidh'ar, powtarzaÅ'a, co siÄ™ po ichniemu wykÅ'ada jako... - CoÅ› siÄ™ koÅ"czy, coÅ› siÄ™ zaczyna.

I've understood that the sun shines differently when something changes, but I'm not the axis of those changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine, and jumping at it with a hoe isn't going to do anything.

Every departure is at once a return, every farewell is a greeting, every return is a parting. Everything is simultaneously a beginning and an end.

every being has its own continuation in nature and survives in some way or another. The end of one is the beginning of another, there are no limits to possibility; or at least nature doesn't know any.

The place of every creature from the forests and swamps that becomes extinct is occupied by something else, some new mutation, adapted to the artificial environment created by people.

Ã…Å¡wiat siÄ™ zmienia, sÅ'oÅ"ce zachodzi, a wódka siÄ™ koÅ"czy.