Quotes About Transition

Nobody lived in Eden anymore.

Esmane tarkuseseadus: leppida muutustega.

Üleminekud on alati ebakindlad ja ohtlikud.

So Bibi had been born a man and was now a woman, Megan had wondered, daren't ask, she might bite her head off And Megan was a woman who wondered if she should have been born a man, who was attracted to a woman who'd once been a man, who was now saying gender was full of misguided expectations anyway, even though she had herself transitioned from male to female This was such head fuckery

life was different before 9/11, Waris said, as they left the town behind and walked along a busy main road passing big old houses made of thick slabs of grey stone; she was too young to remember the 'before era', when her mother said people looked at hijabbed women with surprise, curiosity or pity

this was her life now McStupid McFuckedUp McStuck McForever.

she misses the people they used to be, when they were all discovering themselves with no idea how much they might change in the years to come

grateful that as soon as she stepped off the plane to walk into the blast of heat, her arthritic joints stopped playing up haven't so much as muttered a word of protest since grateful that the sale of the house in London allowed them to buy this one by the beach

it felt like she was coming in from the cold

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Now to escape involves not just running away, but arriving somewhere.

Usually, people die unknowingly. Come to think of it, can you die knowingly? Putting it akwardly: We are died as we are delivered. Nobody delivers himself on this planet, just as nobody dies himself off it. So dying is hard to define. The most satisfactory idea is that of a struggle near the exit, after which you are let through.

I learned long ago that when change comes, you gotta slow down and take note of it. In the midst of that change is all the possibility in the world.

Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.

I am sitting by the side of the road The driver is changing the wheel. I do not like the place I have come from. I do not like the place I am going to. Why do I watch the changing of the wheel With impatience?

So wie es ist, bleibt es nicht.

What happens to the hole once the cheese has been eaten?

There are many things in this life capable of throwing people off course - the death of someone close, the loss of income or health, the realisation that cherished hopes cannot always be fulfilled

In every life there are pauses and interruptions... points of time where one course of action ends and another begins; and by vicissitude of fortune, or alteration of employment, by change of place or loss of friendship, we are forced to say of something, this is the last .

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

A word grows to a thought – a thought to an idea – an idea to an act. The change is slow, and the Present is a sluggish traveler loafing in the path Tomorrow wants to take.

One day the stars will be as familiar to each man as the landmarks, the curves, and the hills on the road that leads to his door, and one day this will be an airborne life. But by then men will have forgotten how to fly; they will be passengers on machines whose conductors are carefully promoted to a familiarity with labelled buttons, and in whose minds knowledge of the sky and the wind and the way of weather will be extraneous as passing fiction.

But, for a little while, this is the place for us -- a good place too--a place of good omen, a place of beginning things--and of ending things I never thought would end.

Death is nothing more than the putting off your overcoat, in which you wandered through the street, when you come inside your house and no longer need its protection. It is nothing more than that--the putting off of a garment because it is no longer wanted, because it is no longer useful for the high purposes of the Spirit.