Quotes About Transition

There were no more long summers. The last was when she had played hide-and-seek with Vesey and the children. Since then the years had slipped by, each growing shorter than the one before. It had not seemed a long time, her married life. Summer and winter had run into one another. Betsy had not so much grown up as unrolled Ã¢â'¬â€œ as if she were all there at the beginning, but that each birthday unrolled more of her, made more visible, though suggesting more.

Durante años vivimos al galope —dijo Frances— y de pronto las dudas nos asaltan, el paisaje se ensombrece, nos sentimos perdidas y solas, y repentinamente tomamos conciencia de que tendremos que seguir avanzando a tientas porque ya no podemos volver sobre nuestros propios pasos.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

There is no end," I said. "Only the beginning of something else.

It's not over yet. A dream can spend all night fighting off the morning. Let me start again. —Elizabeth Willis, from "Ephemeral Stream." Poem-A-Day January 2, 2014

I was looking in the window of a newer Canaan, but the dew on its lilies tasted like salt.

Elizabeth Winthrop

Martha looked at her son. So this was the beginning of growing up. This was where the road they had been traveling together first parted.

The long, slow, sweet summer that had filled us with peace was drawing to a close. The breezes might still blow warm, but around the edges of our world was a "last-time" feeling. This special kind of loveliness, these rich offerings of pasture and wood lot could not go on forever. I wanted to tuck it all inside me--the wonder of it and our own deep delight--so it would last through the winter and until the year turned again to spring.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow; There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow.

Before night something beautiful will happen to change everything.

And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth turn into tears. And I would not return to happy hours, If I must live again these weary years. I would walk on, and leave it all behind: will walk on; and when my feet grow sore, The boatman waits—his sails are all unfurled— He waits to row me to a fairer shore.

Some of her turned to mist, and crept out the pores of her skin.

then the bottom fell out of everything that used to have a bottom, and now she's expected to kill her own plants. At

Times have changed. People live longer, but that hasn't translated into longer childhoods.

Though you feel you're not where you're suppose to be, you shouldn't worry because that next turn that you take, it will lead you to where you wanna go.

SAMONIOS (Oct/Nov) "seed fall" (Samhain) DVMANN[OSIOS] (Nov/Dec) "dark month" RIVROS (Dec/Jan) "frost month" ANAGANTIO[S] (Jan/Feb) "stay at home" OGRONIOS (Feb/Mar) "ice month" CVTIOS (Mar/Apr) "shower of rain" also SONNOCINGOS "beginning of spring" "wind month" GIAMONIOS (Apr/May) "shoots month" (Beltaine)

SIMIVISONIOS (May/Jun) "mid spring" "bright month" EQVOS (Jun/Jul) "horse month" "time of the herds" ELEMBIV[IOS] (Jul/Aug) "stag month" "claim time" (Lugnasad) AEDRINIOS (Aug/Sep) "hot month" (Aed is "fire") "arbitration time" CANTLOS (Sep/Oct) "song month" (harvest)

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.

No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.

There's a trick to the Graceful Exit. It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, a relationship is over - and to let go. It means leaving what's over without denying its value.

There's a trick to the 'graceful exit.' It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what's over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out.

Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end.

Sulla linea dell'orizzonte, al crepuscolo, là dove la roccia rossa incontra il cielo blu oltremare, proprio nel punto in cui avviene l'unione, corre un nasto turchese adagiato sopra la grande terra scura. Un colore transitorio.