Quotes About Transition

I watched commercial ave. slide past and there in the distance were the lights of route 18. that was one of those moments that would always be Rutgers for me.

We didn't know it was the last days but we should have.

There's nothing permanent in the world

And that's when I know it´s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

Se suponía que al crecer uno perdiera la capacidad de dormir con facilidad en lugares nuevos, pero yo nunca la tuve como para perderla.

miles away from everthing and everyone I've ever known or loved. I feel as if I've entered a new era of my life. What strange places our lives carry us to...

That was the heart of the matter. A new world was coming; a new world was already here. Maybe that was what getting older taught you, when you looked in the mirror and saw the passage of time in your face, when you looked at your sleeping daughter and saw the girl you once were and would never be again. The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren't, the things you'd done for love would be remembered.

Strange how one minute life was a certain way and then it was another, and you couldn't remember what you'd done to make it all happen.

What was childhood if not a passage from light to dark, of the soul's slow drowning in an ocean of ordinary matter? During

What were the living dead, Wolgast thought, but a metaphor for the misbegotten march of middle age?

His son's transformation cannot be stopped, or hastened, or adjusted; the man he will become is already present, like a form emerging from a slab of stone. All that remains is to watch it happen.

Events grabbed hold of you and in the blink of an eye there you were, with sore knees and a sour stomach and a face in the mirror your barely recognized, wondering how all of it had happened. If that was really your life. The

In the past, when she'd looked at her reflection, she had still seen the little girl she'd once been; the woman in the mirror had still been an extension of her girlhood self. Now it was the future she saw. The wrinkles would deepen; her skin would sag; the lights of her eyes would dim. Her youth was fading, easing into the past.

the man's name. And the truth was, she didn't mind any of it, not really: not the being pregnant, which was easy right until the end, nor the delivery itself, which was bad but fast, nor, especially

This is where we leave you. The sentries at the gate will tell you what to do.

Eustace remembered a day like this one: spring on the cusp of summer, the earth unclenching its fist, thick green leaves, rich with fragrance, fattening the trees. A

He had entered sleep's antechamber, the place where dreams and memories mingled, telling their strange stories; yet part of him was still in the car, listening to the rain.

Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born

What was childhood if not a passage from light to dark, of the soul's slow drowning in an ocean of ordinary matter?

He felt not so much awake as ejected bodily from sleep; his mind felt beaten clean.

But as love turns to grief, and grief becomes anger, so must anger yield to thought, in order to know itself.

It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.

For the first time in my life, I felt the pain of missing people I had not yet left.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire