Quotes About Transition

The human mind adjusts itself to a certain point of view, and those who have regarded nature from one angle, during a portion of their life, can adopt new ideas only with difficulty.

Plus he'd put on weight, become more solid in the way so many of us did after college, continuing to grow into manhood long after we thought we'd arrived.

Stop thinking. From the moment one enters the airport, one is subject to a host of procedures and mechanisms designed to get one from point A to point B. Stop thinking and be the cargo.

In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with humans it is the other way around: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.

You a Catholic, Harry?" O'Neill asked. "I was. Can't see it any more." "You know something?" O'Neill offered after a pause. "Religion is for punks and old folks. When you're a punk you need it because you don't know any better and it straightens you up. And when you're old you need it for comfort before you check out. But in between it's no good.

That part of his life was over; and now, lying on the dense mat of grass, he knew in one sense it always had been. But it was fun remembering … The

There are often many generations buried in every front yard—which makes it a lot harder to sell the family farm and move to California.

They saw him walk away, leave a world he'd never really been part of. They saw him pull his hat down low and get onto his bike. He forgot the Walkman's earplugs. Maybe, Anna thought, he didn't need them anymore; maybe the white noise had finally made it into his head.

Abel lifted her up - another gesture from former times, from when she'd been smaller - and carried her to the bathroom to find the Band-aid. Suddenly, Anna thought, she's growing up. One day, she'll be too big to be carried around like that. One day, he won't be able to hold onto her, she'll move on, and he'll be left all alone. Maybe the responsibility for Micha is more of an anchor than a burden. A lifeboat. A wooden plank to hold onto so you don't drown.

De ángel en ángel vamos, de ala en ala

Al fin y al cabo, la Historia, como viene a decir el autor del manuscrito carmesí, no es más que una larga carrera de relevos: sabemos de dónde viene y por dónde transcurre, pero, en último término, no adónde se dirige, ni cuándo concluirá.

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

Il vecchio mondo sta morendo. Quello nuovo tarda a comparire. E in questo chiaroscuro nascono i mostri.

Ya hay un español que quiere vivir y a vivir empieza, entre una España que muere y otra España que bosteza. Españolito que vienes al mundo te guarde Dios. una de las dos Españas ha de helarte el corazón.

Todo pasa y todo queda, / Pero lo nuestro es pasar, / Pasar haciendo caminos,/ Caminos sobre el mar.

And will that spellbound world die with you" And will that spellbound world die with you where memory holds those breaths, the purest in your life, the white shadow of your first love, the voice that went to your heart, the hand you wanted to hold in dream, and every love that touched your soul, the profound sky? Is your world to die with you, the old life for some new order? The anvils and crucibles of your soul, do they labor only for dust and the wind?

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

Tantos años angustiado por la obsesión de terminar cuanto antes las cosas, de saltar de un minuto a otro como de un vagón a otro en un tren en marcha y ahora empieza a intuir que lo que le faltaba tal vez no era velocidad sino lentitud, paciencia y no confusa agitación.

She looked around and wouldn't understand how she'd reached this point, by what sum of errors, as if after a long, difficult journey she found herself in the wrong station, her suitcases on the ground, the train she'd been on disappearing in the distance and no other in sight, and nobody in the station, not even an open clerk's window where she could consult timetables or buy another ticket.

He'd been one of those daytime men for whom night falls earlier and earlier in their lives.

He's always been about to leave. He doesn't know for how many years he's been a guest in his own life.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.