Quotes About Transition

I just used to have a really normal life, working in an office.

Life is a process of one goneness after another.

I've been doing this since I was 12... I don't want to act much longer; I can't do one thing my whole life.

I turned 30 and everyone told me I would feel different and I didn't. So I thought I'd move to New York.

Get over it. Get on with your life.

I'm looking for a bunch of new tchotchkes that represent the new part of my life.

The longer we lived with it the more we wanted something less about process and more about life.

Year chases year, decay pursues decay, Still drops some joy from with'ring life away; New forms arise, and diff'rent views engage

I was really going through a transition in my life. I was tired of feeling victimized by my career.

Each moment of life is a step toward death.

I didn't even cry, I was stunned. You know, and that's just how fast life turns. It turns on a dime.

Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

I'd come here planning to leave as soon as I could. It was a pit stop, not a destination. I had my whole life mapped out." "So what happened?" "I guess that map didn't turn out to be mine after all.

I'm definitely leading a much slower life now that I'm not working every single day on a television series.

My old life - no amount of getting used to it would have made it right.

Before old age I took care to live well; in old age I take care to die well; but to die well is to die willingly.

I think there is a point in every teenager's life where they are forced to come into themselves.

I don't think I'll be making documentaries my whole life.

I am anxious to see what life is going to bring next.

I've lost her. Can you give me any guidance?" – Sundown "On what? A new personality? Car buying? I'm a Wolf, cowboy, not a life counselor." – Sasha

It's hard keeping everything the same when the same things look and feel so different

Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.