Quotes About Transition

Nada podía durar. Todo tenía que ser fluido: no queríamos realidad, sino posibilidad. No podíamos parar quietos, siempre en movimiento, todo cambiando.

The road simply ended. No cul-de-sac. No sign like the ones they had seen before: "Private Property. No Trespassing." Or "No Motorized Vehicles Beyond This Point." Just road...then trees.

The future has taken root in the present.

We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march.

Then morning comes, saying, "This was a night.

Then the dry road dust rises to whiten the fatigued elm leaves- the nineteenth century, tired of children, is gone. They're all gone into a world of light; the farm's my own.

If youth is a defect, it is one that we outgrow too soon.

Regardless of how black the page, he had always managed to turn it and move on to a new chapter in his life.

proving that life had no definitive end, but that it was merely shifted to another plane or dimension.

sell. I just want to cut and move on.

There also will be those who are left behind.

Limiting your options is the same as hanging on to old ideas.

The problem was that he couldn't find an equivalent job that recognized his seniority from the old company.

Those days are long gone.

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through." (The Yellow Sign)

It's gradually becoming "serious," my situation, I realize this.

Every hundred feet the world changes

People who have failed at Christianity aren't likely to make great Buddhists.

But when mother died, Caroline was twelve, and in that queer time between childhood and nubile girlhood, when some girls seem to be wise without experience, and perhaps more clear-headed then they will be again until after their menopause.

However much science and educational theory and advanced thinking you pump into a college or a university, it always retains a strong hint of its medieval origins.

It is a bad thing to forsake the old ways, and what is once lost can never quite be recovered." (Briggs

Autumn nights are the most fickle: good and bad weather All in five days, and more than that in a month.

But the world turns, and even legends change; and somewhere there is a border, and sometime, perhaps, someone will decide to cross it, however well guarded with thorns it may be.

Slowly, painfully, I let go. It was like prying my own fingers off the edge of the cliff. And that hurt too-particularly the falling part, and not being sure what was at the bottom. But I did know. Now was what was at the bottom. I was already there.