Quotes About Transition

When I speak of Spanglish I'make talking about a fertile terrain for negotiating a new identity. I'make feeling excited, as Gloria Anzldua did in her book Borderlands/LA Frontera, about "participating in the creation of another culture/in a state of perpetual transition/with a tolerance for ambiguity.

At the root of Spanglish is a very universal state of being. It is a dis placement from one place, home, to another place, home, in which feels at home in both places, Yet at home in neither place. It is a kind of banging-one's-head-against-the-wall state, and the only choice you have left is to embrace the transitory (read transnatiknal) state of in-between.

We spend our time responding rationally to a world which we understand and recognize, but which no longer exists.

Lydia's never met a working translator as old as this before: usually they burn out, go into teaching, change careers (e.g., become drug dealers) or just retire.

Benny: Goodbye Irving Brax: But not for good I hope Benny. In another life where the story takes a different path… Benny: Yes, a better one...

On one level, it is the interregnum surrounded by the ghosts of the dying moment, and on another, the moment that is desperately trying to be born with a lie wrapped around its neck.

On 'Van Halen ' I was a young punk, and everything revolved around the fastest kid in town, gunslinger attitude. But I'd say that at the time of 'Fair Warning ' I started concentrating more on songwriting. But I guess in most people's minds I'm just a gunslinger.

No matter how good you are, at some point your kids are gonna have to create their own independence and think that Mom and Dad aren't cool, just to establish themselves. That's what adolescence is about. They're gonna go through that no matter what.

We are eager to give birth to new ministries, but are lousy at letting old ones die.

Once I had wondered what it would be like to be an adult. I thought, like all children, that adulthood was accompanied by esoteric secrets, complicated insights, mysteriously acquired skills. But it turned out to be very simple: you were exactly the same, you were still a child, but you had to find a way to look after yourself.

The moon, a sliver of white light, rose a hand above the horizon, then, tired, fell back. The purple blackness overhead faded into grey, the grey into pale blue; this was followed quickly by pastel reds and oranges, and finally, yellow rays streamed through the trees as the sun climbed.

Miss me, but let me go.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Birth in the physical is death in the spiritual. Death in the physical is birth in the spiritual.

My name used to be in the papers daily As having dined somewhere, Or traveled somewhere, Or rented a house in Paris, Where I entertained the nobility. I was forever eating or traveling, Or taking the cure at Baden-Baden. Now I am here to do honor To Spoon River, here beside the family whence I sprang. No one cares now where I dined, Or lived, or whom I entertained, Or how often I took the cure at Baden-Baden!

bag. Of course I had thought about it. I had thought of little else since signing the sales agreement. The closing wouldn't be for a few

The age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists and calculators has succeeded.

The age of chivalry has gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded, and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

For death is only a loss of radiance , and birth is only the beginning of a separate journey.

When one flowers dies, another is born.

Soames, for example, who suddenly broke away after twenty years' teaching and went off to be jokes editor to a firm of matchbox manufacturers.

Boys were emerging in increasing numbers to greet, guide and control their apprehensive kin.

It was like giving a glass of brandy neat to someone who had never been weaned from a milk diet.