Quotes About Transition

Cuando yo era niño, hablaba,pensaba y razonaba como un niño; pero cuando crecí, dejé atrás las cosas de niño. 1 CORINTIOS 13:11

È invariabilmente triste guardare con occhi nuovi cose alle quali ci eravamo già adattati.

Era visibilmente passato attraverso due stadi e stava entrando in un terzo. Dopo l'imbarazzo e la gioia che non ragiona, era divorato dallo stupore per la presenza di lei. Era stato così a lungo pieno di quest'idea, l'aveva sognata in tutto il suo svolgimento e aspettata a denti stretti, per così dire, arrivando a un livello inconcepibile di intensità.

You never came out the way you came in.

In my own country I am in a far off land. I am strong but have no power. I win all yet remain a loser. At break of day I say goodnight. When I lie down I have great fear of falling.

The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.

You are a child seeking to be a man. When you are a man, you will seek in vain for the child you were.

Sad? Nonsense! Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

There's no reassuring ceiling over you, Moneo. Only an open sky full of changes. Welcome it. Every sense you possess is an instrument for reacting to change. Does that tell you nothing?

On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power, the Duke said. Here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul.

Things could not be forever ordered and formulated. He had to find the rhythm of change and see between the changes to the changing itself.

The past may show the right way to behave if you live in the past, Stil, but circumstances change.

To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.

You don't see much of any path unless you are Janus, looking simultaneously backward and forward.

She felt that her body had walked into this place with her soul creeping behind.

There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.

All around the Lady Jessica—piled in corners of the Arrakeen great hall, mounded in the open spaces—stood the packaged freight of their lives: boxes, trunks, cartons, cases—some partly unpacked.

The night is a tunnel, she thought, a hole into tomorrow…

Leto spoke the truth: Muad'Dib had changed all that. Stilgar felt lost.

He's taking the change well? She asked. Except for getting a bit overtired. He's excited, but what 15-year-old wouldn't be under these circumstances?

And then he remembered Hawat's words: Parting with people is a sadness; a place is only a place.

If you must label the absolute, use its proper name: Temporary.

He tells us "The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.

The expectations which history creates for one generation are often shattered in the next generation.