Quotes About Transition

course, it's never the same.")

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it.

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up.

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I've never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.

Do not fear to lose what needs to be lost.

For always, always, we are waking up and then waking up some more.

I just mean that everything eventually ends. The two suns are always rising somewhere. That's part of life. Something ends and then something else will begin.

A spiritual pilgrim needs to discern when his or her life is stunted in an old field and find the courage and determination to go to a new land that Lord will show. Surely this one of our greatest challenges & capacities - to understand and reorient our lives, aligning ourselves with the God-given rhythms of growth and awakening that vibrate within.

Putting black cloths on the hives is for us. I do it to remind us that life gives way into death, and then death turns around and gives way into life.

Everything I wanted to say would have to wait, and I'd go back to the same suspended animation I'd been in before.

It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I've never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.

And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it. I couldn't go on biding time like there was no end of it, no end to this summer.

I only know there's something unsettling about a door that closes forever. I feel a vague lament about the changing of my body, the alterations in my appearance, the bleeding out of motherhood, the fear that I will not find the mysterious green fuse again.

When you can't go forward and you can't go backward and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.

The place of expansion is always on the border, on the edge... If we're going to become whole, we have to go to the edge.

that strange turbulence that rises when you begin to wash up on the island of your own little self and you don't see how you could ever sustain yourself there.

I think beginnings must have their own endings hidden inside them.

I realized it was conceivable that Ann and I both, in our own way, were experiencing a crisis, which according to its definition is: (1) a crucial stage or turning point, and (2) an unstable or precarious situation. At the very least

Ann was struggling to figure out the beginning of being a woman, and I, the beginning of the ending of it.

I remember thinking: We've come to the split in the river. I felt, whether or not it was true, that my life would be decided now. It would rush one way or go the other.

Simone de Beauvoir was of the opinion that if, at menopause, a woman gives her "consent" to growing older, she is changed into a "different being," one who is more herself, one who is complete.

I remember thinking: We've come to the split in the river. I felt, whether or not it was true, that my life would be decided now. It would rush one way or go the other.

I am the coming together and the falling apart