Quotes About Transition

As the brain is detaching from the body, you think, How I will miss the horses.

It begins to seem to me that life is little more than a series of losses

It is relatively easy to pack up your life when you're twenty-three, and Sadie was significantly finished by the time Dov returned from the break.

as coisas que nos tocam aos vinte não são necessariamente as que nos tocam aos quarenta, e vice-versa. isso é verdade para livros e para a vida.

But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through.

Living, it seemed to her, was the acquiring of bad habits. Dying, the process of rescinding them.

your sense of self could change depending on your location.

Like Sam, I once lived in a house up a hill from the Happy Foot Sad Foot sign. The Happy Foot Sad Foot sign was taken down in 2019, but I am told you can still find its remains in a gift shop somewhere in Silver Lake.

Sadie and Marx took a cab back to the hotel. "Do you mind what your father said?" she asked him. "No," Marx said. "I loved being a student actor. I was fully devoted to it, and now I'm not. I think if I'd become a professional, I would likely have fallen out of love with it anyway. It isn't a sadness, but a joy, that we don't do the same things for the length of our lives.

No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever.

she had been struck by how the exact same route could look and feel so different. One minute, Sam was there, the game was completed, and the world was filled with potential. Twelve hours later, Sam was gone, the game was far from her thoughts, and the world was grim and murderous. It is the same world, she thought, but I am different. Or is it a different world, but I am the same? For a moment, she felt dangerously untethered from her body and from reality

We are not quite short stories. At

The real gift of the holiday season, A.J. thinks, is that it ends.

She realized what a gate was: it was an indication that you had left one space and were entering another. She walked through another gate. It occurred to Sadie: She had thought after Ichigo that she would never fail again. She had thought she arrived. But life was always arriving. There was always another gate to pass through. (Until, of course, there wasn't.)

Emily B. Marks.

Every day, there is less of me. Today I am thoughts without words. Tomorrow I will be a body without thoughts. And so it goes.

She realized what a gate was: it was an indication that you had left one pace and were entering another.

LOCAL GIRL BACK FROM DEAD; CLAIMS DEATH IS CRUISE, NOT WHITE LIGHT, TUNNEL

Lights, bright enough to dilate her eyes. Horns, flaccid and come too late. Metal crumpling like tissue. The body was not in pain but only because the body was gone, elsewhere. Yes, Daniel thinks just after impact but before death, like that. The passage hadn't been as bad as he had thought.

What was amazing to Sam—and what became a theme of the games he would go on to make with Sadie—was how quickly the world could shift. How your sense of self could change depending on your location.

and James Patterson (or whoever writes for James Patterson)—

the things we respond to at twenty are not necessarily the same things we will respond to at forty and vice versa. This is true in books and also in life. —

What is so great about the times?" A.J. has often reflected that, bit by bit, all the best things in the world are being carved away like fat from meat. First, it had been the record stores, and then the video stores, and then newspapers and magazines, and now even the big chain bookstores were disappearing everywhere you looked. From his point of view, the only thing worse than a world with big chain bookstores was a world with NO big chain bookstores.

B?dami dvidešimties ? tam tikrus dalykus reaguojame vienaip, o sulauk? keturiasdešimties jau žvelgiame kitaip, ir atvirkš?iai. Tai tinka ir knygoms, ir gyvenime.