Quotes About Transition

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

It's exciting. But you can't keep fighting the way things are forever.

Very often when we have found ourselves forever separated from what we had intended to achieve, we have already, on our way, found something else worth desiring.

Wer lebt Man sieht die Blumen welken Und die Blätter fallen, aber man sieht auch die Früchte reifen und die Knospen keimen. Das Leben gehört den Lebendigen an und wer lebt, muss auf Wechsel gefasst sein.

Un ramo giovane si innesta volentieri e facilmente sul vecchio tronco sul quale non s'innesterebbe facilmente più nessun ramo adulto.

A child enters your home and for the next twenty years makes so much noise you can hardly stand it. The child departs, leaving the house so silent you think you are going mad.

Autumn ripens in the summer's ray.

And so we turn the page over To think of starting. This is all there is.

The seasons are no longer what they once were,But it is the nature of things to be seen only once,As they happen along, bumping into other things, getting alongSomehow. That's where Orpheus made his mistake.

Something like living occurs, a movementOut of the dream into its codification.

It was always November there.

The seasons are no longer what they once were, But it is the nature of things to be seen only once, As they happen along, bumping into other things, getting along Somehow.

I've kept the jasmine and rotted horseflesh separate, knowing you'll do the honours. Destiny will greet us. After that you're on your own.

falling leaves hide the path so quietly

Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes. From all of Marxism, which I once thought attractive enough, I find only this dictum remaining in the realm of my opinions. Water grows colder and colder and colder, and suddenly it's ice. The day grows darker and darker, and suddenly it's night. Man ages and ages, and suddenly he's dead. Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes; differences in degree lead to differences in kind.

The tombstone of coinage, arguably the most important measure in history, could read: Born Lydia, Anatolia, 7th century B.C. Died Washington, D.C., 20th century A.D.

some anyway, before Landry

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for the dying.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

The silence after a felled tree has fallen is like the silence immediately after a death. The same sense of culmination.

Silencio. Apago la linterna frontal. Oscuridad. En la oscuridad, el silencio se hace enciclopédico, condensa todo lo que ha ocurrido en el intervalo entre el entonces y el ahora.

The silence after a felled tree has fallen is like the silence immediately after a death.

What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,...I am not a little boy.