Quotes About Transition

At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.

Best friends one, and now we have almost nothing to say to each other. It was interesting, how he had joined those guys and I just stayed on my own. I didn't like it or dislike it. It was just funny that things had turned out that way.

the journey continued like everything had happened.

I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.

How many times did she have to say goodbye?

No snapping, slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.

a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

I let the front door slam shut behind me and the fly screen rattle. It was as if each door was kicking me out of the old life I'd lived in that house. I was being thrown out into the world, new. The broken, leaning gate creaked open, let me out, and I gently placed it shut. I was gone, and from down the street, maybe fifty yards away, I looked back for a second at the house where I lived. It wasn't the same any more. It never would be. I kept walking.

The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color.

Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. Hard times were coming. Like a parade.

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment.

Und es sollte mir einmal mehr beweisen, dass eine Gelegenheit geradewegs zu einer anderen führt, genauso wie ein Risiko ein weiteres nach sich zieht, ein Leben ein anderes und ein Tod den nächsten.

It took three attempts to leave.

I watched the sky as it turned from silver to grey to the colour of rain. Even the clouds tried to look the other way.

Se dio cuenta de que era mucho más fácil hallarse a las puertas de algo que haberlas cruzado.

No está de más mencionar que todo patrón tiene siempre alguna brecha y que un día este acaba dando un vuelco o pasa página.

Because deep down you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die. The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.

So much life- so much to live for- yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away.

I guess it's for life beyond these pages.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends

No puedes quedarte ahí sentado esperando que el nuevo mundo se adapte a ti, eres tú el que tiene que adaptarse....