Quotes About Transition

Newton's Third Law To move forward, we have to leave something behind.

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation

They find no need and therefore have had no practice in explaining to someone like myself who starts out thinking of a voyage as a process in which everything is fixed except the voyager.

People talk about starting over,' he said. 'But you can't start over. All you can do is change direction.

We need to figure out what's best," she said. "Do you think you can give us some time, maybe wait this out? You'll be eighteen in four years.

I've never felt like this before. I'm a snake shedding my skin. A pupa hatching into a butterfly.

Sometimes hitting the pause button on a life beginning to spiral out of control by moving to a new house can actually reset the situation and make things better.

cell finally finds service outside of Fruitland and I pull the BMW over to make some calls. First

Marthe had reported back from her girl-girl talk that Elisabeth took quite calmly the immense fact that she was now venturing into the landscape where she could create another human being, a prospect that to Karl seemed more frightening than, say, getting a driver's license. All this he felt as they finished breakfast, hustled into street garb, and turned left onto boulevard Raspail.

The elevator brought them up slow and steady, giving them all time to reflect in silence.

Time goes, you say? ah no! Alas, time stays, we go.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, thought as a child, behaved as a child. But when I became a woman, I put away manly things.

Karl was seventeen when Joseph dwindled away, and somebody told him that was Hamlet's age when his father died too.

his most recent sobriquet

Every door is a portal leading through time as well as space. The same doorway that leads us into and out of a room also leads us into the past of the room and its ceaselessly unfolding future.

a little less and a little more every day

When the light on that long night became the dawn...

And from the pink and purple palette of the perished evening, a blue-black night rose up around us as we rode.

It's unbecoming, she agreed. A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.

Those times are over and gone, and good-riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the thick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

It's the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.