Quotes About Transition

Roy Peter Clark

But doesn't add something to what has come before; but takes something away. At its most daring, it can feel like a Bat Turn, a 180-degree spin int the Batmobile. Make that a But Turn.

Não haverá borboletas se a vida não passar por longas e silenciosas metamorfoses

Um velório deveria ter a beleza do outono, toda a beleza do último adeus.

Suspeito que estejamos vivendo um momento de metamorfose da nossa condição humana. Até agora temos sido habitantes do mundo da vida. Nosso habitat é constituído por florestas, animais, rios e mares. Somos seres biológicos, corpos. Mas agora estamos mudando de casa. Estamos trocando nossa casa biológica por uma outra casa, eletrônica.

Segundo, são as tristezas de crepúsculo. O crepúsculo é triste, naturalmente. Não, não há perda nenhuma. Tudo está certo. Não há razões para ficar triste. A despeito disso, no crepúsculo a gente fica. Talvez porque o crepúsculo seja uma metáfora do que é a vida: a beleza efêmera das cores que vão mergulhando no escuro da noite.

Todo ser é um permanente deixar de ser. A vida acontece morrendo. Como o rio. Como a chama.

Os Natais de hoje ficaram diferentes. Há um ar triste de nostalgia, saudade indefinida, não se sabe de quê.

A nossa vida começa justamente com o advento da inutilidade. Pois o momento da inutilidade marca o início da vida de gozo. Nada mais preciso fazer. Travei as batalhas que tinha de travar. Nada devo a ninguém. Estou livre agora para me entregar ao deleite.

é isso que nós somos, sem que tenhamos coragem para dizê-lo: um adeus.

a celebração de mais um ano de vida é a celebração de um desfazer, um tempo que deixou de ser, não mais existe.

Every future turns into the past. The richness of your past dictates what you are today. It's not your decision what you are today, but what you will be tomorrow. This is where a part of your decision comes into play.

These are patterns that you see. These are why individuals use these patterns, and here is what you can do to help those individuals make the transition to the "decontextualized" environment of formal schooling, if they so desire to make that transition.

We're always surprised when something ends; everything ends, so why do we never think it's our turn?

As far as my career or my university or my hometown went, I was on the bus out of town at the right time because I knew to walk away before I was pushed out.

Raising a teenager makes the terrible twos seem like a holiday in Hawaii.

But you need to realize that we are constantly in flux, and everything changes constantly, even you. You're always in a state of 'becoming'. There is no point in grabbing onto anything – people, money, clothes, stuff. No point. There is no safety anywhere because everything is the unknown. And

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.

That was my big realization twenty years ago. It all passes. Here I am at the bathroom door, and how can I ever get to the sink? How can high school ever end, how can I ever finish college, how can I ever be married? But then I'm at the sink, I'm back out the door, I have a Ph.D., I'm married with three kids, and twenty years have passed. Here I am alive, and how can I ever die? But I will, I know I will, I know it in my soul.

The tumult and the shouting dies;The captains and the kings depart.

and as she stood on the Ashford platform waiting for the small train to come in, she seemed already separated from the people around her. Tomorrow I shall not be among you anymore; not of you but mysteriously still with you, thought Philippa. As Lady Abbess of Brede had said, "People think we renounce the world. We don't. We renounce its ways but we are still very much in it and it is very much in us.

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.