Quotes About Transition

EX UMBRA IN SOLEM 'From shade to sunlight

Mandy Mitchell's up to her elbows in someone else's shit." Of all the other housekeepers to be assigned to the same floor, she had to get Tori. "As you know, I go by Amanda Lockhart now." "Ah, you'll

The point is, we're all changing all the time. You once found it hard to tie a shoelace and now you don't even have to look. The change is so subtle; you think that whatever you feel like right now is how you always felt. Our brain can trick us into thinking life stands still. In the end this causes the human race the most heartache. Blinkered

The ultimate freedom lies in knowing everything, including you, is in a state of flux; you're never still, you're always 'nexting';

If the old religion could no longer answer the questions of the children then perhaps it was time to change it.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air, and time is quiet and mellow. I lived that time fully, strangely aware of a new world opening up and taking shape for me.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

Yet there be certain times in a young man's life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood

As Mang flies between the beasts and birds, so fly I between the village and the jungle. Why?

but at St Xavier's they know the first rush of minds developed by sun and surroundings, as they know the half-collapse that sets in at twenty-two or twenty-three.

Gently, said the troop horse. Remember they are always like this to begin with. The first time I ever saw a man, I ran for half a day, and if I'd seen a camel, I should have been running still

To wake for the first time in a new place can be like another birth.

To step into the house was to step into stillness, into warmth even when it was damp and unlit; but after a moment a coldness crept about your shins.

From then on, we were simply different people. Not new people; different.

I'm thinking, Bone, man, wherever you were before you're on the other side now.

Florida from its beginnings has served as a catch basin for the world's detritus. It's where you go when your prospects elsewhere have ended, and you've not yet settled into despair, and you still think there's a slight chance you can start over, and no one will notice your previous failings or hold them against you while you gather your bearings and begin again.

Stil it takes you strange walking in your old foot steps like that. Putting your groan up foot where your chyld foot run nor dint know nothing what wer coming.

What do you do when you're wound up?' she asked. 'Do you play that drum?'. 'No,' said the child. 'We used to dance.' 'But now we walk,' said the father. 'And behind us an enemy walks faster.' 'That's life,' said Euterpe.

Before the motorcar replaced the horse, and for some years after there were many illustrators who drew horses with the same authority with which they drew the human figure; now there are very few who can do that. Most modern illustraters fudge a horse the best they can and hope to get on by the technique.

If the way is diffrent the end is diffrent. Becaws the end aint nothing only part of the way its jus that part of the way where you come to a stop. The end cud be any part of the way its in every step of the way thats why you bes go ballsy.

Do you know what emperors do, Tilla?' That was easy. 'Send soldiers to steal the land and make us pay taxes.' 'They spend half their waking hours listening to people who want things. As, it seems, do gods. Maybe it wasn't as much of a transition as everyone thought.

When I run out of the things I love, I move on to the things I don't hate too much, and sometimes I even discover that I can love the things I think I hate.

A wave is born from deep conditions of the ocean...A person is born from deep conditions of the world. A person pokes up from the world and rolls along like a wave, until it is time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.

nothing in the world is solid or real, because nothing is permanent, and all things---including trees and animals and pebbles and mountains and rivers and me and you---are just flowing through for the time being.