Quotes About Transition

It was almost a relief, no longer having to be extraordinary. To give up on existential questioning and simply abide.

And I realized that there's a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.

I do know that I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.

You see. No shock. No engulfment. No tearing assunder. What you feared would come like an explosion is like a whisper. What you thought was the end is the beginning.

Four generations of women--I'm a woman, Mary said to herself--heading off on a journey in a car. One of the dead, one of them dying, one of the driving, one of them just staring out.

We'll cry, she said. An then we'll stop. Because it's only a house.

My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.

To say goodbye with all our heart is to turn a parting into a blessing.

We have to say goodbye to everything eventually, and life is punctuated with a thousand goodbyes, some greater, some smaller, all along the way.

Dear Dad: After twenty-two years in the amusement park, this roller coaster isn't fun any more, so I'm getting off the ride. Roger

It is too easy to lay griefs on the end of summer.

The only problem with Haiku is that you just get started and then

John O'Sullivan has forcefully argued that the simultaneous presence in the highest offices of Reagan, Thatcher and Pope John Paul II was the cause of the Soviet collapse.3 And my own experience confirms this.

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

The future was becoming past, everything vanished into the void, and reaching back to grasp for something, one came out clutching - what? A bit of string, scraps of cloth, shadows of the golden time. If one could only reverse it, turn the past into future, and catch it on the wing, on its journey across the always shifting line of the present ...

I pass lightly through the reactionary darkness.

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.

In terms of image-repertoire, the Photographer (the one I intend) represents that very subtle moment when, to tell the truth, I am neither subject nor object but a subject who feels he is becoming an object: I then experience a micro-version of death.

It is said that Time soothes mourning – No, Time makes nothing happen; it merely makes the emotivity of mourning pass.

the love which is over and done with passes into another world like a ship into space, lights no longer winking

antisabbatical"—a job approached "with the sole intention of staying for a limited period of time (often one year)…to raise enough funds to partake in another, more personally meaningful activity.

I was young those nights, but I was getting over it.

old Abe is through with his next four years, we will put him [i.e., Grant]