Oveta Culp Hobby Quotes

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Twenty-two is just such a random age. It's a little blah.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

There's always going to be a moment where it's out with the old, and in with the new. That's probably going to happen to me one day.

The young is always there to replace what we call the old. That's the process, even in nature.

Twenty-seven is a great age to play. There is so much ahead of you.

Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else.

One door closes and another one opens.

If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.

You know what they say, when one door closes, another Belvedere opens.

It always feels great to be at the start of something new. It's almost like a revolution, in a way.

Youth is a malady of which one becomes cured a little every day.

I'm excited to start a new chapter in my life.

Each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up.

I remember my friends and I looking forward to puberty because it seemed exciting at first.

The familiar life horizon has been outgrown: the old concepts, ideals, and emotional patterns no longer fit; the time for the passing of a threshold is at hand.

Other things awaited. It was good to be young and to know it for once. So much unfolding to do.

Time to move on, time to get going. What lies ahead I have no way of knowing. But under my feet, baby, grass is growing.

Leaving high school. It's sad and you're going to miss all your friends. You're going to miss your life and you've been doing that for the past four years, and it's comfortable. But now, there's something possibly bigger on the horizon, just new and fresh and exciting. I think we all kind of felt like that.

In every end, there is also a beginning.

As one tale ends, so another begins.

As it turned out, Welcome was where I lost everything, and gained everything. Welcome was the place where my life was guided from one track to another, ending me to places I'd never thought of going.

As one door closes, another one shuts.

From the very nature of progress, all ages must be transitional. If they were not, the world would be at a stand-still and death would speedily ensue. It is one of the tamest of platitudes but it is always introduced by a flourish of trumpets.

Partings are the beginnings of new meetings. Beginnings happen because there are endings.