Quotes About Transition

We cannot live in the afternoon of life according to the programme of life's morning- for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie.

Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research.

For better to come, good must stand aside.

We don't so much solve our problems as we outgrow them.

one form of life cannot simply be abandon unless it is exchanged for another

one form of life cannot simply be abandoned unless it is exchanged for another

For nursery days are gone, nightmare is real and there are no good Fairies. The fox's teeth are in the bunny and nothing can remove them, honey.

Look beyond the worry-thoughts, and you will often find a new direction that's being laid out for you.

The real problem is what to do with the problem-solvers after the problems are solved.

Perhaps part of the problem, he thought, was that the world was changing faster than people were able to change themselves, and the leaders in government and the press were being guided by theories and assumptions that had once worked but were now outmoded.

and finally I found myself, when she lost me.........:(

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?