Quotes About Transition

I'd loved the satin lining of the box. I'd loved the shape, and the twilight act of rising from the dead. But no more Ã¢â'¬Â¦ 

Dear Reader, he switched human bodies before I made him a vampire, worry no more. It has nothing to do with this story.

The edge of sleep can be such a precious time.

There comes a time when a house owns you and you know you have to get free of it, and go on with the rest of your life.

There was never a mention, never a declaration or a decision. But the long hours of talking stopped. No more reading aloud, or music, or films. And after that there was simple physical affection, the two walking arm in arm, or Maharet at her reading with Mekare sitting motionless on a bench nearby.

You are living in a blessed time now, Reuben, and you will be until all those you love here are gone, until your generation is in the earth. Then immortality will begin for you.

The silent ebb and flow of life without change seemed deadly to me.

Of course we cannot know what will happen as the old religion thoroughly dies out. Christianity rose on the ashes of paganism, only to carry forth the old worship in new form. Maybe a new religion will rise now. Maybe without it, man will crumble in cynicism and selfishness because he really needs his gods.

It will never again be what it was. It's a wonder that I didn't foresee the cataclysm, but then I never really envision the finish of anything that I start.

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Nuestro mayor error en todo el mundo es nuestra insistencia en considerar cada nuevo acontecimiento como una culminación o un clímax.

The beginning is no longer important. What matters is that the end may be at hand.

Deidre called it twilight. Rita had seen the word written out, all right, but she'd never heard anyone really say it. Twilight.

Civilizations rise and fall, my friend,' I said. Old gods give way to new ones.

Just as sure as this flesh is pink, it will turn gray, wrinkled with age

Those clothes. Impossible. I mean, tomorrow night, as they say in the twentieth century, you will lose that sweater and those pants.

Amadeo had once more been stolen from a way of life to be take to another unexplicable place.

Were I not so busy with the matters of the Mayfair Witches," he wrote, "perhaps this disappearance would never have occurred. I might have been more attentive to D. during his time of transition. I might have held him more firmly in my affections and thereby earned more surely his complete trust. As it is, I can only surmise what has become of him, and I fear he has met with spirtual catastrophe quite against his will.

For him, Egypt was a phase. But for me, a life.

Why did we wander for so many years together, drifting like elegant phantoms in our lace and velvet cerements into the garish electric lights and electronic noise of the modern age?

Death is the collapse of time.

all you have to lose in death, no matter how long you've lived, is the present moment in which you die.

Ryan looked amazingly composed, as if he'd thrown an inner switch to Business Mode; there was nothing bitter or resentful in his attitude.

You will have to grow up to her quickly, I thought, surprising myself, or you will lose her.