Quotes About Transition

Cultures evolve. The culture associated with a community changes over time, moving this way and that, pushed by several forces.

It is both more difficult and more complicated to die than people think.

A new generation forgets the spectres that may have tormented the old.

Quite so. On the other hand, I am like that horse that was dumbfounded for twenty-four hours. For a long time I thought I could never endure having survived. Then I went back to the pasture.

One day everything changed. In the morning things were one way and by bedtime another. I was seventeen.

One day we are children, our faces are bright and open. We want to know how machines work. We are in love with polar bears. The next day we're throwing ourselves down the stairs, drunk and weeping. Our lives are over. We hate life and we hate death.

Intreurig is deze avond, want ik ga weg en kom niet meer terug.

Hubiese querido que mi vida empezara entonces, en aquel preciso instante, cuando estaba preparado para ello

The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of dusk.

There was no doubt in her mind about what she had to do now. She had to leave, had to go and take all of her

Holding onto what was isn't healthy for what is.

Changing where you were could change how much you mattered.

He kept expecting something to happen, some outside force to sweep in and change everything and take him in some new direction, give him a more normal life.

Often the trials we mourn are really gateways into the good things we long for.

This was the last evening that she should breathe the same air with him or gaze on the starry sky and the deep sea. An eternal night, without a thought or a dream, awaited her.

The sun was now in its death throes, bruising the sky a coiling purple and orange.

A friend once told Megan that we are always seventeen years old, waiting for our lives to begin. More than ever, clutching to this man, Megan understood that.

The young family who'd moved into the Miller home had gotten rid of the Millers' trademark overflowing flower boxes. The new owners of the Davis place had ripped out those wonderful shrubs Bob Davis had worked on every weekend. It all reminded Myron of an invading army ripping down the flags of the conquered.

A tip jar read: FEAR CHANGE. LEAVE IT WITH US.

The kitchen clock above the sink ticked. Wendy could look out the window and see the undergrads walking to class, all animated, young, with the clichéd rest of their lives waiting around the corner. Next year, Charlie would be one of them. You could tell these kids that it will go faster than they think, that they will blink and college will be gone and then ten years and another ten, but they won't listen, can't listen, and maybe that's a good thing. "I

The girls were both high school seniors, both pretty in that coltish way. The one sitting on the corner of his old bed—the one he had met for the first time an hour ago—was named Erin. Myron had started dating Erin's mother, a widow and freelance magazine writer named Ali Wilder, two months ago. This party, here at the house Myron had grown up in and now owned, was something of a "coming out" party for Myron and Ali as a couple. The

The world moves on, which is an outrage.

There are sudden rips. There are tears in your life, deep knife wounds that slash through your flesh. Your life is one thing, then it is shredded into another. It comes apart as though gutted in a belly slit. And then there are those moments when your life simply unravels. A loose thread pulled. A seam gives way. The change is slow at first, nearly imperceptible.

When you hit thirty-five or forty, you know on one level that you are no longer the physical specimen you once were.