Quotes About Transition

of course the pace of change never slows, even when we've convinced ourselves it will.

Fakat d?? dünyaya gönderilmek, yuvan?z? terk etmenizle ayn? kap?ya ç?kmaz.

El aire ya no olía a cerrado. El pasado había desaparecido.

Si moría mi madre, ¿cómo iba yo a seguir viviendo en la casa con él? No quería alejarme de él, pero cuando mi madre desapareciera, la casa se quedaría vacía, estuviera él o no.

And yet when his death happened only a few months later, I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

An era can be considered over when its basic illusions have been exhausted.

Well, dear, life is a casting off. It's always that way.

the orange circle faded to a coiled spring of dully glowing grey.

He might say he had made a mistake in moving to this foreign city—it had seemed like a good idea in California, but now where else could he go?

Animals hear about death for the first time when they die.

Mankind is growing out of religion as out of its childhood clothes. - On Religion

Before you take anything away you must have something better to put in its place.

Para conducir al hombre a un estado mejor, no bastaría con ponerle en un mundo mejor, sino que seria preciso de toda necesidad transformarle totalmente, hacer de modo que no sea lo que es y que llegara a ser lo que no es.

Every separation is a foretaste of death while every new meeting a foretaste of life.

I think that I was quite a grown-up child, and I have been a pretty childish adult.

What came for them? Not death. Just the end of living.

They looked at each other. They weren't thinking anymore. The time for that had come and gone. Smashed smiles lay ahead of them. But that would be later. Lay Ter.

Thirty-one. Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age.

Margaret Kochamma's tiny, ordered life relinquished itself to this truly baroque bedlam with the quiet gasp of a warm body entering a chilly sea.

And on Ammu's road (to Age and Death) a small, sunny meadow appeared. Copper grass spangled with blue butterflies. Beyond it, an abyss.

Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.

Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers. Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died. Thirty-one. Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age.

Rahel drifted into marriage like a passenger drifts towards an unoccupied chair in an airport lounge.