Quotes About Transition

But then around her she saw all these people of all these different colors in all these different attires and she was relieved, better here than there she thought, and it occurred to her that she had been stifled in the place of her birth for virtually her entire life, that its time for her had passed and a new time was here.

You have only recently been introduced to the types of silences that exist in a home with one occupant, and emotionally you stagger about this new reality like a sailor returned to land after decades at sea.

We are all migrants through time. ELEVEN

so by making the promise he demanded she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

Every time a couple moves they begin, if their attention is still drawn to one another, to see each other differently, for personalities are not a single immutable color, like white or blue, but rather illuminated screens, and the shades we reflect depend much on what is around us. So it was with Saeed and Nadia, who found themselves changed in each other's eyes in this new place.

e quando usciva l'anziana signora aveva la sensazione di essere emigrata anche lei, che tutti emigriamo anche se restiamo nella stessa casa per tutta la vita, perché non possiamo evitarlo. Siamo tutti migranti attraverso il tempo.

he said when his mother was dying he had been certain she would not die, certain until he was not certain, and when he finally knew she was dying, was not sick but dying, he saw how much she wanted to live, until the pain took that from her, and she wanted to go, or did not want to go, but needed to go, needed to go even more than she wanted to stay, and he had not been ready for that, for his mother to need to leave, and it was a terrible thing to see.

Nadia's experiences during her first months as a single woman living on her own did, in some moments, equal or even surpass the loathsomeness and dangerousness that her family had warned her about. But she had a job at an insurance company, and she was determined to survive, and so she did.

She had, as was by then usual for her, been wearing her black robe, closed to her neck, and he had, as was by then usual for him, been wearing a size-too-small white T-shirt, pinned to his lean chest and stomach, and she watched him and he had circled her, and they had gone to his place that night, and she had shuffled off the weight of her virginity with some perplexity but not excessive fuss.

that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

She had bumped me out of the center of my world. I'd become a baby person, and it felt good, better than what had come before.

she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

There is no more Angel!

I don't so much mind that newspapers are dying - it's watching them commit suicide that pisses me off.

Lina bolted up in the morning, thinking she'd slept in. She pined for regular days, which used to include heat, bees, a messy room, songs, a crush. Now she would never have them again.

Suddenly, she was gripped by the idea that if she changed her clothes her entire life would change as well.

Because the story of your life never starts at the beginning.

Bundan sonraki halim ancak yar?m bir varl?k olacak; ben art?k o ben olmayaca??m. Gün geçtikçe kendimden ayr?l?yor, uzakla??yorum.

You need to see bare branches to know the full astonishing shock of the new leaves come next April. You need the flat, brown emptiness of the mixed borders to measure their summer fullness.

Don't let go too soon, but don't hang on too long.

When all around is dark, there is nothing to do but to wait until the eye accustomed to the dark

Being dead's a drug', he says, 'you'll get hooked on it.

being let go is still another step upward on the ladder of life.

Like a relay race with a long overlap in which the baton is passed—lasting at least eighteen years and often longer—our job as parents is to position our children to run their solo laps effectively.