Quotes About Transition

a flying squirrel sits chewing on a bird withered field (Yosa Buson`s farewell haiku)

Lo! willow leaves have gone, Without getting grey-haired.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

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Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

I do not evolve, I simply journey.

Being eternally at a point where two paths fork!

At the end of this day there remains what was left behind of yesterday and what will be left behind of tomorrow: the insatiable, innumerable longing to be always the same and always other.

Afinal, se coisas boas se vão é para que coisas melhores possam vir. Esqueça o passado, desapego é o segredo!

Four times in the false year the false season Changed, in the immutable course Of times's progression. Dryness follows greenness, and greenness dryness, And no one knows which is first, which Is last, and they end.

Death is a bend in the road, / To die is to slip out of view. from "23 May 1932

Todos los movimientos y las intenciones de la vida, desde la vida sencilla de los pulmones hasta la construcción de ciudades y el trazado de fronteras de imperios, los considero como una somnolencia, cosas como sueños o descansos pasadas involuntariamente en el intervalo entre una realidad y otra realidad, entre un día y otro día del Absoluto.

Death is what we are and what we live. We are born dead, we deadly exist, and we are already dead when we enter Death. Whatever lives, lives because it changes; it changes because it passes; and, because it passes, it dies. Whatever lives is constantly transforming into something else – it continually denies itself, it perpetually evades life. Life is thus an interval, a link, a relation, but a relation between what has passed and what will pass, a dead interval between Death and Death.

To go from the phantoms of faith to the ghosts of reason is merely to change cells.

We are living an entr'acte with orchestral accompaniment.

Nunca voltarei. Nunca voltarei porque nunca se volta. O lugar a que se volta é sempre outro, A

Death is Life's triumph!

Todo cuanto vive, vive porque cambia; cambia porque pasa; y, porque pasa, muere.

Life lobs us into the air like a stone, and we fly along, saying as we go: "You see, I'm moving.

A morte é a curva da estrada, Morrer é só não ser visto

the royal crown and robe are never as grand as when the departing king leaves them on the ground ...

The dead are born, they don't die.