Quotes About Transition

Our minds, like our bodies, are in continual flux; something is hourly lost, and something acquired... Do not suffer life to stagnate; it will grow muddy for want of motion: commit yourself again to the current of the world.

Reason by degrees submits to absurdity, as the eye in time is accommodated to darkness.

Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

The existence of the twilight does not mean we cannot distinguish the day from the night.

He that would pass the latter part of life with honour and decency, must, when he is young, consider that he shall one day be old; and remember, when he is old, that he has once been young.

Yeah, but I've got to decide soon, I said, feeling lost, cast out alone after so many programmed years. I don't know what to do.

He assumed that the shape of renewal is death and resurrection.

I loved Eddie. You know that, Stan. He'll be enshrined in my heart until I draw my last breath. But he can't be enshrined in my life. I've got to let go and move on. So do you.

From that she went directly into two minutes

Griff lowered his window as Turner drove through the gates of the federal prison camp that had been his home for the past five years. The area in which he'd been incarcerated was classified minimum security, but it was still prison.

left my box of cubicle gear in the trunk, stashed like a dead body. I pasted on a smile and walked into the house. My mother was just hanging up the phone and looked exultant. "Guess what?" she said.

important goal today may turn to ashes tomorrow simply because we turn our attention to something else. We

Love and a sense of calmness are the only things you need to bring to the experience of death.

I'm beginning to perceive motherhood as a long, slow letting go, of which birth is just the first step.

The hormonal imbalance is actually fertility. Fertility is the change. That's when a woman loses herself.

There is a winter ahead such as I think we cannot imagine, but remember that spring always follows.

was on its way.

Omens change. Signs shift. Nothing is permanent.

The fat lady never really sings her last song. She only changes costumes and goes on to the next

In your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm — you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

When did I stop being me?

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.

When she comes to retrieve me [in the nursing home], after the tan-colored pudding with edible oil topping has sat for a while and been removed...