Quotes About Transition

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

Life cracked like ice!

I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.

He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The gates were closed, the sun was down, and there was no beauty left but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of youth, of illusion, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished.

And then, one fairy night, May became June.

The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.

It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.

Poetry is dying first. It'll be absorbed into prose sooner or later.

January, the Monday of months....

Happiness is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

Compromising with events time moves along.

There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over.

December tumbled like a dead leaf from the calendar.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

There are no second acts in American lives.

Want any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick? I didn't answer. Nick? he asked again. What? Want any? No... I just remembered that today's my birthday. I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

Life begins again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Receding from a grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.

It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.

A returned battalion of the National Guard paraded through the streets with open ranks for their dead and then stepped down out of romance forever and sold you things over the counters of local stores.

Anything can happen now that we've slid over this bridge, anything at all...

We drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.