Quotes About Transition

Hayat bir anda nas?l da tepetaklak olabiliyordu.Bir dakika her ?ey yolunda iken hemen sonra ikinci dakikada...kolayca mahvoluyordu.

When I made the decision to transition, I honestly had no idea what it would be like for me to live as female. The only thing I knew for sure was that pretending to be male was slowly killing me.

When I tell someone that I used to be male, they are often dumbfounded at first, as if they have difficulty reconciling that someone who seems so naturally female to them could have once been something they consider to be so completely different. The fact that a single individual can be both female and male, or ugly and beautiful, at different points in their life challenges the commonly held belief that these classes are mutually exclusive and naturally distinct from one another.

There wasn't any other option. The summer was over, and autumn had begun.

The central riddle I've set out to solve concerns the self's continuity in change: how can we remain the same people over time, even as we change, sometimes considerably?

A pier is a disappointed bridge.

In the morning movement is linear, in the afternoon circular, in the evening pendular, at night it retraces, restudies, reobserves, sidling backwards, and in the grey dawn briefly at 5:03 for a second it becomes a point, motionless.

Dinosaurs and dodos come and go, and we?

He registered as a Republican in 1987, with the Independence Party in 1999, as a Democrat in 2001, as a Republican in 2009, with no party in 2011, and then again with the GOP in 2012.

that reason, it was time to go our separate ways. Life was like that sometimes. We change and we grow.

Standing there with him now felt like I was experiencing another death. Somehow, I had to find a way to say good-bye to him and to all of this—to bury our history deep in the ground. I reminded myself that it was impossible to go back. We weren't the same people we once were,

I feel as if I've begun a new chapter. It's definitely preferable to feeling as if my life is over.

I remind myself that my son is no longer the little boy I used to cuddle at night when we read bedtime stories together. He's a man now, living on his own. I'm proud of him and pleased that he's independent, even though I miss him every day.

I don't sing the way I used to, so I'm doing everything I can to put the word out that they shouldn't expect that.

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

Trying to cling to what you had when you were young would be so tragic, horrible, and after a certain age ambition is horribly disfiguring to the character.

Julie E. Czerneda

THE GATE TO FUTURES PAST (#2)*

When question time in the House was over, Forster picked up his red box of papers and left his front bench seat by Gladstone's side for the last time.

It was nearly sunset when, after passing through a thirty-mile stretch of olive groves, they crested a hill and began to descend toward the edge of the earth. That was how it looked to Andras, who had never before seen the sea. As they drew closer it became a vast plain of liquid metal, a superheated infinity of molten bronze.....They reached a stretch of sand just as the red lozenge of the sun dissolved into the horizon.

You] have to accept it and move on, without letting where you've been control where you're going.

Mostly though, they waited. For the mail. For the news. For the bells. For breakfast and lunch and dinner. For one day to be over and the next day to begin.

Two years ago, I was a twenty-nine year old secretary. Now I am a thirty-one year old writer. I get paid very well to sit around in my pajamas and type on my ridiculously fancy iMac, unless I'd rather take a nap. Feel free to hate me -- I certainly would.