Quotes About Transition

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

How come when you mix water and flour together you get glue...and then you add eggs and sugar and you get cake? Where does the glue go?

So now it is time to disassemble the parts of the jigsaw puzzle or to piece another one together, for I find that, having come to the end of my story, my life is just beginning.

The clever, albeit fragile, coalition against terrorism brought together by the U.S. government might be able to advance the transition from classical international law to a cosmopolitan order.

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.

If living were the right word. It had been a suspended life. She had worn black for Teddy inside and out. And somehow it had become a comfortable way of life. While part of her yearned for gaiety and a renewal of life, the other part clung to its cocoon. It was safer to remain inside it. It was less likely that she would have to experience again the pain of losing someone around whom her life had come to revolve.

She wanted so badly to believe him. She sat on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes. And she realized what had been happening to her over the past weeks. He had been turning—so gradually that she had scarcely noticed the transition—from her nightmare into her dream. Because

It was beginning to feel like an almost familiar place to be. But perhaps hitting this new low had something to be said for it, she thought now, this morning, after she had awoken and realized in some surprise that she had slept for several hours. At least now there was no further down to go. And

It had been surprisingly easy to begin a new life.

It was as if life had been suspended and she had lost the power to bring it into motion again.

He had always a sense of waiting—waiting for something to happen, waiting to move on to the next scene of the drama.

But he had not been able to go to her. That was no longer an option in his life.

Will it be the same? she asked. Will the magic be gone, Robert? I am afraid to go back.

She was achingly conscious, as he escorted her as usual to the door of her room, that this was the last time she would be with him like this.

And probably Sunday evenings too.

Tomorrow she would think about her new problems, for, truth to tell, she had merely exchanged one nasty difficulty for another.

In a few more days, Christina thought . . . this would all be over . . . She would try to recall how he had looked, how he had sounded, what he had said. He would be gone.

For there was no more friendship and never would be again.

Por qué todo lo maravilloso tiene que quedar atrás?, pensó. ¿Por qué tenía que haber tantos adioses en la vida?

He wanted to be himself again. Except that there was no being himself ever again.

A veces es necesario volver atrás para poder seguir avanzando

This was surely the worst summer of her life. She was very thankful that it was almost at an end.

Can we accept reality now and move on?

This is your home, but it is mine no longer. I have to find my own place.