Quotes About Transition

Once again, without explaining anything, they understood that they must leave. Go away before this world woke up and continued with a life from which they were forever excluded.

The life she'd led, each of the places she'd called home sending unexpected shoots toward the next, had made her open to almost anything.

On dit souvent que la mort est 'ne libiration. Pour les morts, naturellement, passque en fait pour ceux qui restent, c'est presque toujours un grandissime tracassin.

Arriva un momento – pinsò – nel quale t'adduni, t'accorgi che la tua vita è cangiata. Ma quando è successo? – ti domandi. E non trovi risposta, fatti impercettibili si sono accumulati fino a determinare la svolta. O macari fatti ben visibili, di cui però non hai calcolato la portata, le conseguenze. Spii e rispii, ma la risposta a quel «quando» non la sai trovare. Come se avesse importanza, poi!

I must change my life. Stop and start afresh.

The death of childhood is the beginning of poetry.

the racetrack results go through phases when certain methods succeed and certain methods fail.

show, he'd left for the second hotel

It is now thirteen years since I ceased to accumulate wealth and began to distribute it. I could never have succeeded in either had I stopped with having enough to retire upon, but nothing to retire to.

But of course, all of this is just a silly fad, and when you add an e to fad, you get fade. And I predict this fad will fade.

Providing a comfortable transition through familiar metaphors is one way to help get buy-in.

knowledge isn't stable. It changes—often rapidly.

as the Age of Bush gave way to the Era of Obama, little of substance changed. That was the greatest irony of all.

The only constant we have is change.

Where was he? Somewhere in there he lost the first phase of youth, like the first phase of a rocket; it had fallen, depleted, behind him. And here was the second. And last. He swore he would not give it to anyone; he would enjoy it. He would enjoy it alone. But: how to live alone and yet not be alone?

Arthur Less has left the room while remaining in it.

Well"—Lewis announcing over coffee and honeyed flatbreads—"we are being given an opportunity for a different experience than the one we were expecting.

I understand that it wasn't that you didnt want to be with me anymore, but you didn't want to be yourself anymore, the one you were with me.

They knew trouble would come but expected it in degrees. Life so often arrives all of a sudden.

There follows, I am sad to say, a very long ride on a very slow road…to your final place of rest." He sighs, for he has spoken the truth for all men. Less understands: he has been assigned a poet.

Perhaps he was burning down a house in which he no longer wanted to live.

What I wanted to say was: I understand that it wasn't that you didn't want to be with me anymore, but you didn't want to be yourself anymore, the one you were with me.

Strange to be almost 50, no? I feel like I just understood how to be young." "Yes. It's like the last day in a foreign country. You finally figure out where to get coffee and drinks and a good steak and then you have to leave. And you won't ever be back.

There follows, I am sad to say, a very long ride on a very slow road…to your final place of rest." He sighs, for he has spoken the truth for all men.