Quotes About Transition

Foster children could pack quickly. Every move Matt had ever made took only minutes, whereas when real people moved, they spent weeks getting ready, filling huge vans and leaving a trail of cardboard cartons across an entire yard. One suitcase, one box, one duffel bag, one bookbag, and Matt would be done.

He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.

Til the Dawn Breaks and Shadows Flee Away.

When Venalicius had carried her far across the Land of Blue to the Land of Red, the only familiar thing had been the stars in the sky. At Flavia's house she had slept in the inner garden with Scuto, comforted by his furry warmth and by the familiar constellations overhead. But tonight she could see no stars. Tonight there was nothing to remind her of home and who she had been.

You cannot come to know the depths of the purpose of your life, however, if you are not willing to release those parts of your life that are no longer necessary.

Let go of how you thought your life should be, and embrace the life that is trying to work its way into your consciousness.

Always, a shift in awareness includes a period of isolation and loneliness as one gets accustomed to the new level of truth. And then always, new companions are found. No one is left alone for long.

Just let go. Let go of how you thought your life should be and embrace the life that is trying to work its way into your consciousness.

Last month, I didn't even have the prospect of a relationship. Now I've got one cowboy too many, she said.

Besides, I haven't been

Whatever happened is water under the bridge. Burn the damn bridge and forget the past, he whispered.

Sometimes God gives us an end so we can have a better beginning," Luke said. "Are

He cocked his head to one side. Callie, this is a ranch. If I remember right, you joined the Army because you hated every damn thing there was about ranchin'. Are you sure you want to live here? Guess I've found out there's worse things in the world than the cows, hay haulin', and calvin' season, she said. I'm not askin' for a handout here, Finn. I'm willing to work. I'll work outside. I'll work inside cleaning and cooking or both if you'll give me and Martin room and board.

than this landline.

When we come to the edge of the light we know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, of this we can be sure…either God will provide something solid to stand on or we will be taught to fly.

Change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.

We are never ready." Noah laced her fingers in his and gently pulled her toward the house. "We all knew my grandfather wouldn't last long, and yet when he was gone, we weren't ready to lose him. My dad went suddenly, so we sure weren't ready. I remember thinking at the time that it didn't matter if we had weeks to prepare for a loved one's death or no time at all. We could never be ready no matter how hard we try or even think we are.

When we come to the edge of the light we know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, of this we can be sure…either God will provide something solid to stand on or we will be taught to fly.' I

When we come to the edge of the light we know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, of this we can be sure…either God will provide something solid to stand on or we will be taught to fly.' I can't remember

In their years in Sugar Run, Texas, Tootsie and Smokey Colbert had had so many neighbors that they'd lost count. One by one, families in the four other houses on their block had moved in and moved away. Now, all were sitting empty.

Everything was going according to plan. What caught me off guard, however, was the fact that this eagerly awaited phase brought a sense of loss to me that triggered a whole new wave of soul searching I had not anticipated.

Writing the middle of a novel is a lot like driving through Texas. You think it's never going to end, and the scenery looks the same.

She did not know why she was sad, but because of this peculiar sadness, she began to realize she ought to leave the town.

April that year came sudden and still, and the green of the trees was a wild bright green. The pale wistarias bloomed all over town, and silently the blossoms shattered. There was something about the green trees and the flowers of April that made Frankie sad. She did not know why she was sad, but because of this peculiar sadness, she began to realize she ought to leave the town.