Quotes About Transition

Then came the Autumne all in yellow clad…

People change in ten years,' the therapist had responded. 'Why does it have to be a question of you being mistaken in Matthew? Perhaps it's simply that you've both changed?

He knew that his personal tipping point was drawing nearer; that moment by which, unless he left, he would find it too onerous to go, to readjust to

She felt as though she'd suddenly been transported from the distant past into a brash and indifferent present.

it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

too onerous to go, to readjust to civilian life. The army shaped you, almost imperceptibly, with the years; wore you into a surface conformity that made it easier to be swept along by the tidal force of

He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Luna Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother… sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother…sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

In times of grief, you're waiting for something to happen, but the thing you're waiting for has already taken place.

She had been adept at the beginning and the end of things, and now she saw that whatever pleasures life had to offer lay in the middle. She could find some peace there.

I'm not having much of a life. It's not awful, just ordinary. I am trying to accommodate the memories of the life I had with the life I am now living, and I just can't do it. After being behind the wheel of a Lamborghini going 140 down Sunset Drive at four a.m., it's hard to get up and put on a polyester shirt and sell books at Barnes and Noble. But I'm not ashamed of it.

She had no one in the world. Her whole world, what was left of it, was here, and there was no way to get back to where she had been before. The

She was just a simple, honest woman standing in the ruin of a late winter garden, waiting for the spring. "Catherine.

It was the middles that gave her pause. This, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle. The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other.

She believed in the miraculous. Or she had, until she reached an age when, all of a sudden, she realized that the life she was living was, in fact, her life. The clay of her being, so long infinitely malleable, had been formed, hardened into what now seemed a palpable, unchanging object, a shell she inhabited.

Religion is one of the phases of thought through which the world is passing

The pain of growing old lies specifically in the fact that part of us does not grow old.

There are some who start their retirement long before they stop working.

What happens when the future has come and gone?

If you can achieve puberty, you can achieve a past.

All the new thinking is about loss.In this it resembles the old thinking.The idea, for example, that each particular erasesthe luminous clarity of a general idea.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter (Creation, Preservation, Destruction, Quiescence).

Todo el pensar nuevo es acerca de la pérdida.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.