Quotes About Transition

The story flared, then faded.

The time has come, the Walrus said. Perhaps things will become worse and then better. Perhaps there's a small god up in heaven readying herself for us. Another world is not only possible, she's on her way. Maybe many of us won't be here to greet her, but on a quiet day, if I listen very carefully, I can hear her breathing.

Childhood tiptoed out. Silence slid in like a bolt.

Career. Desire. Dream. Poetry. Love. Youth itself. Dying became just another way of living.

Not death. Just the end of living.

Rahel drifted into marriage like a passenger drifts in an airport lounge. With a Sitting Down sense.

There was no trace of the slim, attractive girl that she had been.

Eszta fejében addig volt csend, amíg Ráhel meg nem érkezett. De a lány magával hozta az elrobogó vonatok hangját, és azt a fényt meg árnyékot, mely akkor éri az embert, ha az ablak mellett ül.

La sonrisa era el único equipaje que había llevado consigo desde la niñez hasta la edad adulta.

Morire divenne semplicemente un altro modo di vivere.

Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us?

Later became a horrible, menacing, goose-bumpy word.

Jis sar ko ghurur aaj hai yaan taj-vari ka Kal uss pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari ka

Not many noticed the passing of the friendly old birds. There was so much else to look forward to.

Death was everywhere. Death was everything. Career. Desire. Dream. Poetry. Love. Youth itself. Dying became just another way of living.

Before i knew the best part of my life had come ,it had gone....

They had not understood - they'd not known what a hole you faced when you turn around, and the one you'd thought would always be there was gone.

The end was nigh. She had been waiting for her father to die so her life could begin, but as we could all have told her it doesn't work like that. She knew that anyway. Really.

People die only once. They have no experience to draw on.

To become a doctor, you spend so much time in the tunnels of preparation--head down, trying not to screw up, just going from one day to the next--that it is a shock to find yourself at the other end, with someone shaking your hand and offering you a job. But the day comes.

And then a new question arises: If independence is what we live for, what do we do when it can no longer be sustained?

It is not death that the very old tell me they fear. It is what happens short of death—losing their hearing, their memory, their best friends, their way of life.

The body's decline creeps like a vine. Day to day, the changes can be imperceptible. You adapt. Then something happens that finally makes it clear that things are no longer the same.

Assisted living most often became a mere layover on the way from independent living to a nursing home.