Quotes About Transition

A second later, he put on his Breton cap.

Harvey ha muerto, y por un instante Amelia considera la posibilidad de hacer un mal chiste presentando la otra vida como una especie de empresa a la que Harvey se ha incorporado.

The loss of his mind has turned out to be a curiously pain-free process. He feels that it ought to hurt more.

She felt, perhaps, old. She was still only twenty-five, but until that point, she had always been the youngest in any room she'd been in, and she had derived power from that.

My books can be divided into dog eras. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow was begun in the era of Edie and Frank and completed in the era of Leia and Frank. Good dogs, all.

It's like Oz and Kansas, if Dorothy could switch between them the whole time.

Dallas–Fort Worth airport to Grapevine, Texas

Remember, Maya: 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. —A.J.F.

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.

The way to turn an ex-lover into a friend is to never stop loving them, to know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

Remember, Maya: 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.

It's difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything's changed.

The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.

We attach ourselves to our familiar miseries, an easier act than striking out for the territory. This is a sad truth, though not insurmountable: Despair and fear do not disappear overnight when the conditions that wrought them have changed.

Walking, reading, watching the light change.

When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you

Nobody gets to grow old in the America they grew up in.

The history of American women is all about leaving home—crossing

She gathered herself up- rather like collecting her skirts before mountibg a carriage

But what we ought to fear is the kind of death that happens in life. It can happen at any time. You're going along, and then, at some point, you congeal. You know, like jelly. You're not fluid anymore. You solidify at a certain point and from then on your life is doomed to be a repetition of what you have done before.

Shifts within friendships happen in imperceptible increments. There is distance, then assurance. Misconjecture, caution, gradual convergence. So much depends on the respect accorded to vulnerability.

Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.

If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living.

Changes are not only possible and predictable, but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation.