Quotes About Transition

Não sei se alguma vez tiveste dezessete anos. Se sim, deves saber que é a idade em que a metade do homem e a metade do menino formam um só curioso.

Mas o tempo corre, e as nossas sensações com ele se modificam.

Não sei se alguma vez tiveste dezessete anos. Se sim, deves saber que é a idade em que a metade do homem e a metade do menino formam um só curioso.

Some died, others were born

A leitora, que é minha amiga e abriu este livro com o fim de descansar da cavatina de ontem para a valsa de hoje, quer fechá-lo às pressas, ao ver que beiramos um abismo. Não faça isso, querida; eu mudo de rumo.

unutmamak gerekir ki yeni bir düzen getirmeye kalk??maktan daha zor, baÅŸar? olas?l??? daha kuÅŸkulu, yönetilmesi daha tehlikeli bir ÅŸey yoktur; çünkü eski düzenden ç?kar? olan herkes yeni düzeni getirene düÅŸman kesilir, yeni düzenden ç?kar? olabilecek kiÅŸiler ise ancak ?l?ml? birer müttefiktir.

It should be borne in mind that there is nothing more difficult to handle, more doubtful of success, and more dangerous to carry through than initiating changes in a state's constitution. The innovator makes enemies of all those who prospered under the old order, and only lukewarm support is forthcoming from those who would prosper under the new.

We have not been abandoned. We have, perhaps, in that leaving been given the gift of ourselves in a new, deeper, and more lasting way.

Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.

But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?

What happens to what's happened?

Goodbyes are not easy, but I'm ready to move on. I'm not reluctant, Emma, not holding back. I don't have answers to the questions, but I have some good questions. I have loved life, but I believe that life is to be loved, it is a gift.

All I knew was that at almost fifteen it's very difficult to be satisfied with the age you are, because you aren't really any age.

The moon set. The sun rose.

she was very frightened because the world had changed all of a sudden and it wasn't hers anymore and she didn't know who owned it.

But she was one of those people who change very little between twenty and sixty. Instead of growing and developing into whatever kind of creatures they are, slowly and consistently, they have three periods of their lives, with sharp lines of demarcation between them: they are children, then grownups, then old men and women. Suddenly

love my mother, not as a prisoner of atherosclerosis, but as a person; and I must love her enough to accept her as she is, now, for as long as this dwindling may take; and I must love her enough, when the time comes, to let her go into a new birth, a new life of which I can know nothing, and which I cannot prove; a new life which may not be; but of which I have had enough intimations so that I cannot discount its possibility, no matter how difficult such a possibility is for the intellect.

I had never seen the end of day and the beginning of the night greet each other. We were caught in the loveliness between the two. A House Like a Lotus

Life went on. And it was quite usual to see young people taking a boat out over the quiet water of the lake in Lough Glass at night. Stevie and Kit took the little box of ashes and sprinkled it in the water. The moon was high in the sky and they didn't feel sad. It wasn't really a funeral. All that was over, in London and years ago … the first time. This wasn't a sad thing, it was just the right thing to do.

Art?k her ÅŸeyin eskisi gibi olmas?n? beklemekten vazgeçip olanlar? kabullenmenin zaman? gelmiÅŸti.

It's not what I thought my life would be either, but somewhere along the line we have to pick things up and run with them.

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?

Partings are strange. It seems so simple: one minute ago, four, five, he was here, at her side; now, he is gone. She was with him; she is alone. She feels exposed, chill, peeled like an onion.

The leaves crisping at their edges. Here is a season Hamnet has not known or touched. Here is a world moving on without him.