Quotes About Transition

Nothing is as it was before, after the screen has gone to black. Darkness lies on the soul. To use Beckett's phrase, "what cowers behind it begins to seep through." With her new shopping cart Hekabe, queen of Troy, will be prowling the aisle for dog biscuits.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.

I must console him for the distance we have moved from the place where he stopped.

Labor is the closest a woman may ever be to the threshold between life and death while she is still very much alive.

many, despite the boom in oil and raw material prices, are finally dying.

She misses the surety of Soviet patriotism that she grew up with,

the staff, which once welcomed foreign funders and reporters with open arms, is now no longer willing to meet.

lectures include a discussion of what has happened to Russian industry over the past twenty-plus years.

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord. ISAIAH 6:1

And now the bride begins to move. Little mechanical doll, clinging to her husband's arm, climbing into the carriage. Her white silk stocking, her elegant shoe.

My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.

Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.

Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.

The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.

I broke with my religion in college.

I think that sometimes the great changes in our lives, the ones that divide time, happen so deep down and silently that we don't even know when they occur......It frequently happens that the seasons of the greatest change are the times that feel the most tranquil, the most suspended, the most...timeless.

bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall.

and the afternoon flowed on into lavender evening.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

Those who are reserved by nature, and who rarely make friends quickly, or lightly, have a natural reluctance to say good-by, if only because new relationships will not quickly, or lightly, replace the ones that are left behind.

Death's in the good-bye.

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going