Quotes About Transition

It is a bitter-sweet thing, knowing two cultures. Once you leave your birthplace nothing is ever the same.

The truth is, I'm not ready to go home... Oh, sure, you'll travel and go abroad again but future trips will not stretch toward infinity like this one, they won't contain so many possibilities. Heading home is the full stop marking the end of adventure; the beginning of a responsible life. And despite twelve months of travelling, I am not ready to be responsible.

It was odd to see her stepping out of that gloomy place, like a pearl coming out of an oyster.

You expect things to change, or people to change; but it's silly, isn't it? Because people and things don't change. Not really. You just have to get used to them.

You may say that, now Dawes has gone. You didn't think our locks so hard—nor our matrons, perhaps—when they kept her neat and close, for you to gaze at!

I'm like a weather-vane, I start twitching when the wind's on the turn.

rooms seemed changed. I took to

Last night I fell asleep quickly, into a place beyond sleep, deep and silent, the place I imagine caterpillars go to turn into butterflies.

THIS IS A TIME IN YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU MUST LEARN TO LET GO: of loved ones, of possessions, of control. In order to let go of something that is precious to you, you need to rest in My Presence, where you are complete.

I graduated from the University of Michigan with a BA in Communications and left formal education behind.

We're not in Fairyland! We're in Kansas!

But now that I'm not needed to take care of any of you, now that no one seems to notice if I do or I don't, I can't work out what to do with myself.

My whole life had split in two: Smith and not Smith. I liked the Smith parts of it so much better.

It was another of those big life-changing moments when you didn´t know what the next ten seconds would bring but you knew that nothing would ever be the same after.

thought about having one last kiss, but in the end the only way she could leave was to walk away without looking back.

Then May gave way to June, and it felt as if time was slipping through her fingers.

History is a relay of revolutions.

A racially integrated community is a chronological term timed from the entrance of the first black family to the exit of the last white family.

Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces -- down to the last glassy splinter.

I am hoping for peaceful transition into a new age. Obama has already played a great role in initiating us into that vision. If he were to be harmed in any way, it would spawn the birth of a million Obamas.

One minute I was playing chess and doing maths all the time, the next I had been rerouted into more 'normal' girls' activities: reading, writing stories and worrying about my clothes.

It wasn't hard to imagine them surrounded by their families as they did the last of their breathing. Said their goodbyes. Kissed cheeks. No luggage to check in. Leave your body with us, I thought. We'll look after that.

That last thread of real family had snapped. It hadn't been torn apart with the calamity of a cyclone but unravelled in increments, over years.

Succession planning must be part of any long-term leader's thinking, and it has to be done now.