Quotes About Transition

Hayatta yeni baÅŸlayanlar için s?n?flar yok, insandan derhal en zor ÅŸeyi isterler daima.

if he demolished pillars, it was when he burst from the world of your body into the narrower world.

So much it availed, you coming to him at night; his destiny, tall in its cloak, stepped back behind the cupboard, and his unquiet future, easily shifting, fitted itself into the folds of the curtain.

O futuro é fixo, meu caro senhor Kappus, nós é que estamos sempre em movimento no espaço infinito.

Yo creo que casi todas nuestras tristezas son momentos de tensión que experimentamos como si se tratara de una parálisis. Porque ya no percibimos el vivir de nuestros sentidos enajenados, y nos encontramos solos con lo extraño que ha penetrado en nosotros. Porque se nos arrebata por un instante todo cuanto nos es familiar, habitual. Y porque nos hallamos en medio de una transición, en la cual no podemos detenernos.

Live the questions now. Perhaps you then may gradually, without noticing, one day in the future, live into the answers.

You start Saul, and end up Paul, my grandfather had often said. When you're a youngun, you Saul, but let life whup your head a bit and you starts to trying to be Paul -- though you still Sauls around on the side.

Don't you know the quickest way to die is to retire?

They were all such a part of that other life that's dead that I can't remember them all. (Time was as I was, but neither that time nor that I are anymore.)

I had accepted the accepted attitudes and it had made life seem simple. But not anymore.

Time was as I was, but neither that time nor that I are any more.)

You start Saul, and end up Paul,' my grandfather had often said. 'When you're a youngun, you Saul, but let life whup your head a bit and you starts to trying to be Paul – though you still Sauls around on the side.

A start is a start, and 'is' is 'is' not 'was'.

power ceases in the instant of repose, it resides in the moment of transition

Every wall is a door.

Its the not the Destination, It's the journey.

People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.

Power ceases in the instant of repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in the shooting of the gulf, in the darting to an aim.

Reality is a sliding door.

Permanence is but a word of degrees.

The point of imperfection which we occupy -- is it on the way up or down?

This surface on which we now stand is not fixed, but sliding.