Quotes About Transition

Life is a series of dogs.

My advice: just keep movin' straight ahead. Every now and then you find yourself in a different place.

The future will soon be a thing of the past.

Come, little leaves, said the Wind one day, Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.

In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.

We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.

No retrospect will take us to the true beginning

They had entered the thorny wilderness, and the golden gates of their childhood had for ever closed behind them.

In every parting there is an image of death.

I should be glad to see a good change in anybody, Mr. Godfrey.' she answered, with the slightest discernible difference of tone, 'but it 'ud be better if no change was wanted.

It's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest - one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all - the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n - they do, that they do...

In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction, a hand is put in theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

It's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest—one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all—the big things come and go with wi' no striving o' our'n.

Young folks may get fond of each other before they know what life is, and they may think it all holiday if they can only get together; but it soon turns into working day, my dear.

Surely the golden hours are turning gray And dance no more, and vainly strive to run: I see their white locks streaming in the wind— Each face is haggard as it looks at me, Slow turning in the constant clasping round Storm-driven.

no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind.

I thought we should never part with that while we lived; everything is going away from us; the end of our lives will have nothing in it like the beginning!

Ah," said Dolly, with soothing gravity, "it's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest — one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all — the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n — they do, that they do;

In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backwards; and the hand may be a little child's.

Even if it's being a Beatle for the rest of my life, it's still only a temporary thing.

A lot of middle-aged women are children still trying to find their way.

There's a reason women are pregnant for nine months; by the end, you're ready to have this baby.