Quotes About Transition

Mas los puntos de vista cambian mucho en la vida, que es una linterna mágica cuyos aspectos altera todos los años el ojo del hombre. De ahí resulta que, del último día de un año que se veía blanco, el primer día de otro que se verá negro, sólo hay el espacio de una noche.

a man can only console himself for a lost affection by the discovery of a new one.

The most perilous moment for a bad government is one when it seeks to mend its ways.

They took over from the old order not only most of its customs, conventions, and modes of thought, but even those ideas which prompted our revolutionaries to destroy it; that, in fact, though nothing was further from their intentions, they used the debris of the old order for building up the new.

In a revolution, as in a novel, the most difficult part to invent is the end.

Having destroyed an aristocratic society, we seem ready to go on living complacently amid the rubble forever.

You can't go back and you can't catch up. Happy endings are always bittersweet.

He pointed to a door and disappeared with a 'pop'. The door revealed a long flight of stairs. As Foyle and Robin started up the stairs, Dr Orel appeared above them. 'This way, please. Oh . . . one moment.' He disappeared and appeared again behind them. 'You forgot to close the door.

He was dead. He knew he was dead. He refused to submit to eternity. He beat again into the unknown.

Shift #5 for Seamus Heaney a box of coconut water two cans of coconut milk so many looking for help some people care when a poet dies a poem is a conscience a report card, a confession: today my lies were a motor that spun the Earth how can you get truth from a hill when I am the continent that drifts? how can I taste what I'm mourning when soon everything will be salt from the sea?

That's what winter is: an exercise in remembering how to still yourself then how to come pliantly back to life again.

I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.

That is how you know you've left childhood behind-when you wish for time to go backward.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

When you were young you were afraid of ghosts, and when you were aged you called them to you.

She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.

Maybe a hundred years ago our people should have run away from this place, I said... And then run from the next place and the next place and the place after that? You run once, what makes you think you won't have to run all the rest of your life?... We love moment to moment... Everything changes. One minute we are part of the river, and the next we are joined with the sea.

But what you give up you can learn to live without, even if it causes you heartbreak at the start.

She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe.

It was always best to step into the future while it was still waiting for you.

It's not easy. It never is. That is the secret our parents fail to tell us, out of kindness and love, but it's a secret we need to know. Everything that begins, ends. Everything beautiful disappears.

a time that is is neither day nor night, when the veil of illusion is thinner and we can see things in the lilac-tinged light that cannot be spied at any other hour

Life all happened so quickly; people tell you it will, but you won't believe it until it happens to you. Cry all you want, being young will slip through your hands and you will be left standing there, you who were once so young, not recognizing yourself or your life.