Quotes About Transition

Conservatism, however, is too often a welcome excuse for lazy minds, loath to adapt themselves to fast changing conditions.

we can never give up; we only exchange one thing for another

If one of us should die, then I shall move to Paris.

Before man, the forest; after him, the desert.

Woman A often thinks about growing old. At the same time, she often thinks back to those years when old age seemed a very distant thing, more like an option than a law of nature.

But that's what age is, isn't it? Slo-mo castration.

Så blev allting borta i en mörkröd dimma och ett brus, som först tilltog skrämmande, men så dog dånet småningom bort, och den röda dimman blev tunnare och ljusare, och till sist var den som ett lätt morgondis, innan solen bryter igenom, och det var alldeles ljudlöst, och hon visste att nu dog hon -

So many paths have led me astray . . . But now things are going to be different. I don't know what life is, but it is not loneliness.

I waited for hours, until the day bloomed and eased itself over the sea.

We note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost.

Time is the longest distance between two places.—TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, THE GLASS MENAGERIE (1944)

Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me

The day had been spent in the expectation of these hours, and now they were crumbling away, becoming, in their turn, another period of expectancy...It was a journey without end, leading to an indefinite future, eternally shifting just as she was reaching the present.

One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.

Suddenly I was struck motionless: I was living through the first chapter of a novel in which I was the heroine; she was still almost a child, but we, too, were growing up.

One understands now the drama that rends the adolescent girl at puberty: she cannot become "a grown-up" without accepting her femininity

La puerta se abrirá lentamente y veré lo que hay detrás de la puerta. Es el porvenir. La puerta del porvenir va a abrirse. Lentamente. Implacablemente. Estoy sobre el umbral. No hay más que esta puerta y lo que acecha detrás. Tengo miedo. Y no puedo llamar a nadie en mi auxilio. Tengo miedo.

Oh, it was easy to be a soldier, it was much less easy to become a man again.

El fin no es fin sino al término del camino; desde que es logrado, se vuelve un nuevo punto de partida.

Tomorrow morning the walls will stop spinning, the furniture and books will be in their proper places, always the same places. And my ideas, too, will fall back into place, and I'll begin to live again from day to day, without turning my head, looking just so far and no farther into the future.

Avevo perduto la sicurezza dell'infanzia; in cambio non avevo guadagnato niente.

Para mí, mi madre siempre había existido y nunca había pensado seriamente que la vería desaparecer un día cercano. Su fin se situaba, como su nacimiento, en un tiempo mítico. Cuando yo me decía: tiene edad de morir, eran palabras vacías, como tantas otras. Por primera vez percibía en mi madre un cadáver en cierne.

Hay que esperar siempre que el azúcar se disuelva, que el recuerdo se esfume, que la herida cicatrice, que el sol se oculte, que el fastidio se disipe.