Quotes About Transition

I just think that sometimes we hang onto people or relationships long after they've ceased to be of any use to either of you. I'm always meeting new people, and my list of friends seems to change quite a bit.

I slipped from present to past, sliding down the snake heads of memory into what was and what would never be again.

When I started in homicide, the Dead Sea was just sick.

The evolutionary curve obviously sloped pretty gently where Six came from.

They were the clothes of a child, and he was a child no longer.

Now that it's time to leave, I'm not sure I wan to go.

We lose ourselves by degrees: our youth, our souls.

As for dying, he didn't believe that he was frightened of it: the manner of it, perhaps, but not the fact of it. After all, he had reached an age where dying had started to become an objective reality instead of an abstract concept.

En cada adulto mora el niño que fue, y en cada niño espera el adulto que será.

There's always someplace to go, even if it's only someplace else.

All cynics were once romantics. Most of them still are.

cynics were once romantics. Most of them still are.

The biggest life change any man would ever experience was the ending of it.

The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.

He had, in truth, been losing her for a very long time.

how the ruins of a Saxon settlement might provide the foundations for a Roman garrison, that garrison give way to a Norman fortress, the fortress to a medieval town

It is like exchanging butterflies for moths.

Life will stop, but time will go on.

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

there's a significant difference between granting exemptions to a finite, dwindling group of employers during a transition period and granting exemptions to any employer who might ever raise a religiously framed objection, in perpetuity. A

only think a moment that we are here now, and that that was then, and it has come to this, and how odd, odd, odd it is!

Christmas succeeds Christmas rather than the days it follows.

There aren't many now who leave from the same world they were born into. Not here, not anywhere on earth as far as I can tell or know; the simplest and most unchanging of human societies have been shattered in the last hundred years, people flung into centrifuges of change and loss, that there comes to be nothing at last to say good-bye to. I was leaving the world, but it was not my world I was leaving

There's a time in some years, after the first frosts, when the sun gets hot again, and summer returns for a time. Winter is coming; you know that from the way the mornings smell, the way the leaves, half-turned to color, are dry and poised to drop. But summer goes on, a small false summer, all the more precious for being small and false. In Little Belaire, we called this time--for some reason nobody knows--engine summer.