Alice Walker Quotes

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

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

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death - no death, but only change and innovation; what we men call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that, and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.

The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.

The end of a thing, is never the end, something is always being born like a year of a baby.

As my wise friend Didi has more than once observed about life's passages, every departure entails an arrival elsewhere, every arrival implies a departure from afar.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

In every end, there is also a beginning.

As one tale ends, so another begins.

The end is simply the beginning of an even longer story.

Amidst the rush of worldly comings and goings, I observe how all endings become beginnings

All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

En Ma Fin Est Ma Commencement - In my end is my beginning.

To have attained to the human form is a source of joy... What an incomparable bliss it is to undergo these countless transitions.

...no one who has passed through the storm has ever regretted the journey. No one stands here and wishes to go back to the other side.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

Every new born being indeed comes fresh and blithe into the new existence, and enjoys it as a free gift: but there is, and can be, nothing freely given. It's fresh existence is paid for by the old age and death of a worn out existence which has perished, but which contained the indestructible seed out of which the new existence has arisen: they are one being.

History is not ended. It will sooner or later take up the threads apparently broken off forever and knit them together in a new pattern.

There is nothing more sad or glorious than generations changing hands.

You began your journey here as a pup. Now you must find your way back. A new quest, a new start.

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.

Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.