Quotes About Transition

It alters you irrevocably when you reach 30 years old and see a rip in the fabric of your dreams for every one of those years. Suddenly you're threadbare to the world.

Grief was just the moment before you tied off the thread and began the next one. That was when you made your choice about what you were going to sew next.

Change can be good. It just depends on what we make of it.

Endings are beginnings, and beginnings are ours to turn into something good.

You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home

more smoothly than you have done this

November comes And November goes, With the last red berries And the first white snows. With night coming early, And dawn coming late, And ice in the bucket And frost by the gate. The fires burn And the kettles sing, And earth sinks to rest Until next spring.

Summer was letting out one long, last, sweet breath before winter began to blast.

It is not easy," he began, "for the snake to shed skin. The new skin underneath is extremely sensitive, tender to the slightest touch. The snake at this time has a tendency to heightened temperament. It is all in the natural order of things.

The whistle now resides at the Pratt Institute but used to blow the shift changes at Bethlehem Steel;

Maybe we all change over time.

Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust looked strange and beautiful above the brilliant green grass.

Do you ever want to talk away from your life?... Do you ever think this life is not exactly what you had planned? Do you ever crave something, anything that could wake you up?

La vejez tendría que ser la recompensa de una vida de mucho trabajo, pero no será más que un castigo si insistimos en seguir haciendo lo mismo de siempre, midiendo los logros del presente por el baremo de los del pasado y quedándonos cortos sin remedio.

A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.

Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.

It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.

Winter, spring and summer did not accommodate themselves to one's mood as autumn did. They lacked its gentleness.

Why shouldn't it last? We are living in the age of progress, William. Mankind is progressing." To which remark William had always replied with the irritating question, "What to?

David could never come back to Damerosehay, Ben knew, without that shadow of a fear that something might have been changed and the old rapture of homecoming not be quite the same. Been understood. That was the worst of going away, like David had to. If you stayed at home, as he did, you knew that everything you loved was safe; day by day you watched over it, and if something had to change a little it changed so gradually that it did not hurt.

Home! It showed you its face when you sat quiet within it at that moment when day was passing to night, but it could only reveal its spirit, its eternal meaning, when you stood at a little distance, just turning to leave it or just returning to it, seeing it at that transition moment when a larger world was claiming or releasing you.

Must we go in?" asked Margary. "Yes," said Mary. "We are only given times like these so that we can go back again. Come along." And she parted the trailing branches of the willow and led the way out.

So when it happened suddenly this was how it happened. She had often wondered. But the magazine stories had got it all wrong. It was not an affair of sudden heartbeats, and hot and cold flushes, as though one were going to have influenza, it was just this quiet recognition. But in the approach of love there must be a sharpness, for that moment of beauty that had come down like a sword had cut her life in two. When she crossed the bridge she had crossed from her girlhood to womanhood.