Quotes About Transition

Not so bad this ending because one is getting used to endings: life like Morse, a series of dots and dashes, never forming a paragraph.

One forgets the dead quite quickly; one doesn't wonder about the dead-what is he doing now, who is he with?

One can go back to one's own home after a year's absence and immediately the door closes it is as if one had never been away. Or one can go back after a few hours and everything is so changed that one is a stranger.

Cuando somos jóvenes somos una jungla de complicaciones. Nos simplificamos a medida que envejecemos.

Registration and cremation, they go together.

There was no scene, no tears, just thought — the long private thought of somebody who has to alter a whole course of life.

Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

When a train pulls into a great city I am reminded of the closing moments of an ouverture.

Ante mí desfilaban imágenes de praderas que se extendían hasta el agua, de viejos castillos sobre colinas surcadas de viñedos y chicas en bicicleta. Todo parecía limpio, ordenado, seguro, como había sido mi propia vida antes del funeral de mi madre. Recordé mi jardín. Echaba de menos mis dalias.

My hair is beginning to go. I'll soon be glabrous.

Don't be too sorry for those who die after some pain. It makes them ready to go. Think of how a death sentence must sound when you are full of health and vigour.

The separating years approached them both, like a station down the line, all gain for her and all loss for him.

A whistle blew, and the train trembled into movement. The station lamps sailed by them into darkness

Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look at the little I will be leaving.

from conditions that are calculated to have been warmer and wetter than today's 13,000 years ago,70 to conditions that were colder and drier than those at the last glacial maximum just a few hundred years later.

She used to think that he was so stocky, and bull-like, but now he felt like a laundry bag filled with old coat hangers.

As adults we're all balanced on the frail shoulders of the infants and tweens we once were, wobbling on their epaulets to reach the lofty vantage points of middle age, blinking above the tree line as we wonder if the physical effort was worth it for the cheerless panorama.

They were burying the past, or as much of it as they could part with.

We shouldn't cross this place," I said. "A bad, sad place. It doesn't know it's dead.

People come together and move apart. It's the age-old ebb and flow of relationships. Some are shorter journeys, and others were meant for a lifetime. That goes for friendships as well. We

We're witnessing the last gasp of white America, and it's a lulu. Our people think the land of liberty's their God-given country club and the caddies have forgotten their place. But revolution's coming . . . just not the one they think.

into another identity. And I

Most had lived the first decade of their lives with big grins; too many had lived the remainder with a confused scowl and a diminishing sense of control over their futures.

I don't recognize the world anymore, Marshall. Maybe when you stop feeling at home in the world, it's time to leave it.