Quotes About Transition

A change is gonna come.

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die

My parents were both actors my dad sort of quite early on. My mother acted for a while, and now she's a painter.

I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. … The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning. That's genius.

This isn't champagne anymore. We went through the champagne a long time ago. This is serious stuff. The days of champagne are long gone.

She refers to her past as the time before she was "blown away.

We use certain authors at certain times of our lives, and we may never go back to them again.

Children's literature must build a bridge between the colorful dream world full of fantasy and illusion, and a tougher real world full of twists and turns. The child armed with the torch of knowledge, awareness and guidance must cross this bridge and set foot to the intense harshness of the bigger world." An In-Depth Analysis of Educational Deadlock

You don't get to keep the feelings for someone you once loved. Once you've washed your hands of that person, all those feelings, all that dirty water is washed out to sea.

Summer's ending and the closest thing I've had to an adventure was a Google search of Baja California.

We grow up into ghosts. No

You don't get to keep the feelings for someone you once loved. Once you've washed your hands of that person, all those feelings, all that dirty water is washed out to sea. There is no word for that dirty water.

We were tired of living in a house.

Most days I go home crying and my dad tells me welcome to the real world.

No one could have predicted this, but this is how the world works. One moment, you are stuck, and then the moment expands, as if God were forcing it open with his pretty bare hands, and you find yourself in another dimension, and you are still you, but the world around you has suddenly changed colours.

Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.

Young people have a marvellous faculty of either dying or adapting themselves to circumstances.

Embryos think with each stage of their development that they have now reached the only condition that really suits them. This, they say, must certainly be their last, inasmuch as its close will be so great a shock that nothing can survive it. Every change is a shock; every shock is a pro tanto death. What we call death is only a shock great enough to destroy our power to recognize a past and a present as resembling one another.

Why should the generations overlap one another at all?  Why cannot we be buried as eggs in neat little cells with ten or twenty thousand pounds each wrapped round us in Bank of England notes, and wake up, as the sphex wasp does, to find that its papa and mamma have not only left ample provision at its elbow, but have been eaten by sparrows some weeks before it began to live consciously on its own account? About

Embryo minds, like embryo bodies, pass through a number of strange metamorphoses before they adopt their final shape.

Babies haven't any hair;Old men's heads are just as bare;Between the cradle and the graveLies a haircut and a shave.

None are happy but by the anticipation of change. The change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.

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