Quotes About Transition

In Sacramento it is fiery summer always, and you can gather roses, and eat strawberries and ice cream, and wear white linen clothes, and pant and perspire, at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and then take the cars, and at noon put on your furs and your skates, and go skimming over frozen Donner Lake...There is transition for you! Where will you find another like it in the western hemisphere?

So I held on till all the late sounds had quit and the early ones hadn't begun yet; and then I slipped down the ladder.

SO endeth this chronicle. It being strictly a history of a boy, it must stop here; the story could not go much further without becoming the history of a man. When one writes a novel about grown people, he knows exactly where to stop—that is, with a marriage; but when he writes of juveniles, he must stop where he best can. Most

And when the middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty-stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling in wealth.

ferry landing, found

I'm in favor of progress; it's change I don't like.

The only person who likes change is a wet baby.

Cuando se escriben novelas sobre adultos, uno sabe donde tiene que parar: esto es, en la boda. Pero cuando se escribe una novela sobre jóvenes, hay que parar donde mejor se pueda.

ain't a-going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for

depuis la petite Estelle dont les dents commençaient à pousser, jusqu'au vieux Bonnemort en train de perdre les siennes

Here then - the after math of meaning. A lifetime finished between the space of two frames.

Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so.

The paramedics said there was nothing unusual, just the way it goes, eighty some years and the inevitable kerplunk, the system goes down, lights blink out and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

Let the cold water run. It's gotta warm up eventually. Right?

How then do you fly from that path?

It's not the healthiest way to proceed. She merely replaced one dependency for another without confronting what lay at the heart of both.

Kept for that moment when I'm certain nothing's left.

with very little to remind them of themselves or their past or even their tomorrows . . .

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.