Quotes about Transition
Dying to something old, a pattern that is comfortable in its dysfunction, so that one can move to a different system, a new freedom.
— Elizabeth Musser
Dying to something old, a pattern that is comfortable in its dysfunction, so that one can move to a different system, a new freedom.
— Elizabeth Musser
Life is a constant process of dying.
— Arthur Schopenhauer
It is the land of perpetual pubescence, where cultural lag is mistaken for renaissance.
— Ashley Montagu
We all remember epochs in our experience when some dear expectation dies, or some new motive is born.
— George Eliot
It's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest - one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all - the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n - they do, that they do...
— George Eliot
I thought we should never part with that while we lived; everything is going away from us; the end of our lives will have nothing in it like the beginning!
— George Eliot
Ah," said Dolly, with soothing gravity, "it's like the night and the morning, and the sleeping and the waking, and the rain and the harvest — one goes and the other comes, and we know nothing how nor where. We may strive and scrat and fend, but it's little we can do arter all — the big things come and go wi' no striving o' our'n — they do, that they do;
— George Eliot
Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.
— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
At the end of our lives, we step across the threshold or death and enter into a new and better world. I believe that. It's just that simple.
— Gordon Hinckley
None are happy but by the anticipation of change. The change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.
— Samuel Johnson
She is not sent away, but only sent before, like unto a star, which, going out of your sight, doth not die and vanish, but shineth in another hemisphere: ye see her not yet, she doth shine in another country.
— Samuel Rutherford