Quotes About Transition

I'm at the fulcrum

A time of love and a time of grief.

Every sense you possess is an instrument for reacting to change.

Greatness is a transitory experience.

Parting with people is a sadness; a place is only a place.

A time to keep and a time to cast away; a time for love and a time to hate; a time of war and a time of peace.

If you must label the absolute, use its proper name: Temporary. —THE STOLEN JOURNALS

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?

adult beefswelling

Whatever comes from behind the mountains must cross the dunes.

The Emerald City has been ruled by men long enough

looked back only once, to glance at the spot where Little Fox had been given to the Spirit of the Flames

To enter a room is to move from one environment to another and that, for the teenager, can be traumatic. There be dragons, daily horrors from acne to zit.

the re-building process may not be as comfortable as before.

Smrtka vždy odchádza z javiska s potmehúdskym poh?adom - možno nazna?uje, že jej tajným darom je obnova.

This disjunction between secular and spiritual is highlighted by the fact that the typical church building requires you to "process" in by walking up stairs or moving through a narthex. This adds to the sense that you are moving from everyday life to another life. Thus a transition is required. All of this flunks the Monday test. No matter how good Sunday was, Monday morning still comes to test our worship.229

the yearnings of youth for passage into manhood through struggle.

The sale wasn't seen as just a transition in ownership regimes; it was a dying elite handing over power to an ascendant one

Joe volunteered to stay awake since he was not particularly tired at the moment. While the others turned in, he stationed himself in a chair near the window. Turning over the pages of a magazine, he listened to the sounds of the hotel coming to life. The buzz of cars in the parking lot indicated that the day shift was replacing the night shift. The elevator clanged as guests arrived and departed. A low hum of voices from the street reached the room.

Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak