Quotes About Transition

By the age I was then I ought to know the truism that things always look different in the morning. As the night comes on and the deeper it gets, the more mad we are, the more prone to dreadful fears and fantasies. In the morning, not when we first wake up but gradually, things begin to look unlike what they looked like at eleven, at midnight.

Our children when young are a part of ourselves, but when they grow up, they are just other people. —A PAPER LANDSCAPE

Every successful revolution puts on in time the robes of the tyrant it has deposed.

Malignant phenomena do not come out of a golden age.

What the Ambassador was witnessing—in idea, if not yet in fact—was the transfer of power from its arbitrary exercise by nobles and monarchs to power stationed in a constitution and in representation of the people. The period of the transfer, coinciding with his own career, from 1767 to 1797,

Europe slipped back into savagery and paganism.

Friends are most easily acquired in youth, but they are likewise most easily lost.

Leaves are falling casualties.

Look, obviously a lot of years to reflect on. Definitely, from my perspective from Iraq, from Baghdad, and I would daresay that reflecting the view of the majority of Iraqis, the decision to take on Saddam Hussein and remove him from power was the right decision; it was the moral decision. The world is a better place without Saddam Hussein. He was a war criminal. He was engaged in crimes against humanity, genocide, you name it. But no doubt: a lot of problems in the transition.

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth! If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

All the work you've done up until now has been to lead you to this precise moment, to face precisely what you're facing.

Be a drop, a stream, or a raging river—it doesn't matter which form you take, as long as you remain in the flow

Everything had been done so quietly that Peter was quite unaware of his friends' sad fate. He only knew that he was all alone, that Wendy and Michael, and John, and all the Lost Boys who had been his companions were on their way from the Never-Never-Never-Land to the country of the ordinary people who wear tall hats and frock coats as soon as they are old enough, and grow up one after the other.

My present state is so happy that I can only look back with wonder at my hesitation to enter upon it.

Why is being in the military like a blow job? The closer you get to discharge, the better you feel.

She remembered something her mother had told her when she was a teenager: "The boy you date is different from the boy you're engaged to, the boy you're engaged to is different from the man you marry, the man you marry is different from the father of your children." She might have added, "And your ex-husband is going to be different than all of them, too.

But it's like swimming underwater, you know? At first you feel as though you could go along forever, seeing everything from this new perspective, but eventually you have to come up for air.

Now death was a place, a place to which people disappeared forever when they died, a place that gradually sucked away the clarity of memory afterward for a similar one-way journey.

Ich bin kein Fan von Dingen, die zu Ende gehen. Deshalb drehe ich mich wahrscheinlich immer im Kreis.

I don't want to think about or start thinking about figuring out my life, for whatever it's worth.

I quit college. I was studying architecture for about a year.

Everyone focuses on the earthly state, but how cool might death be? I believe in spiritual rebirth, and I can't wait to experience that.

non fui, fui, non sum, non curo—" I was not. I was. I am not. I care not.

Getting old.... Not so limber, dear friend, time for the bone factory? The little blue van. Your hands are covered with tiny pepperoni. Your knees predict your face. Your back stabs you, on the left side, twice a day. The belly's been discussed. The soul's shrinking to a microdot. We're ordering your rocking chair, size 42. Would you like something in Southern pine?