Quotes About Transition

dice eso antes, sobre los accidentes, sobre no saber nunca cuando uno es un giro en la carretera y cuando se trata de un tenedor, sin saber que tu vida está cambiando, hasta que ya sucedió.

Entonces, dice—. ¿Haces eso a menudo? ¿Seguir adelante? —Quizás. Pero sólo porque viajo mucho. Golpetea con ritmo en el volante, audible sólo para ella. —O quizás viajas mucho porque te permite seguir adelante.

He said that earlier, about accidents, about never know which one is just a kink in the road and which one is a fork, about never knowing your life is changing until it's already happened.

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

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

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.

The day is ending; it's not coming back.

ve never toughened up enough to handle what I'd have to handle if I were to stay.

So I turn the mic toward the fields, and the crowd just goes insane, singing my song, chanting my plea. I leave them at it and I take a little walk around the stage. The rest of the band sees what's going on so they just keep repping the chorus. When I get closer to the side of the stage, I see her there, where she always felts most comfortable, thought for the foreseeable future, she'll be the one out here in the spotlight, and I'll be the one in the wings, and that feels right, too.

Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

Now I'm leaving Any moment I'll be gone I think you'll notice I think you'll wonder what went wrong I'm not choosing But I'm running out of fight And this was decided so long ago It was last night

You never know what will last." He said that earlier, about accidents, about never knowing which one is just a kink in the road and which one is a fork, about never knowing your life is changing until it's already happened. "I think sometimes you do know," I say, my voice filling with emotion.

Não. Foi um acaso, uma coisa temporária. Até o próximo acaso me levar para outro sítio qualquer. É assim que a vida funciona.

He laughs a little, but there's something in his voice that sounds almost reverent. 'You never know what will last.' He said that earlier, about accidents, about never knowing which one is just a kink in the road and which ones is a fork, about never knowing your life is changing until it's already happened. 'I think sometimes you do know,' I say, my voice filling with emotion.

I'm gonna be eight in December. Then I'm a man and you'll have to call me 'Ted,'" Teddy reported.

Do you do that a lot? Move on?" "Maybe. But only because I travel a lot." She taps out a beat on the steering wheel, audible only to herself. "Or maybe you travel a lot because it lets you move on.

Hace un día espléndido, rebosante de la promesa de primavera: un cielo despejado, unas nubes vaporosas, el perfume de las primeras flores que transporta la brisa. Es injusto que haga un día tan magnifico. Que la primavera esté a las puertas. Una parre de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.

Hace un día espléndido, rebosante de la promesa de primavera: un cielo despejado, unas nubes vaporosas, el perfume de las primeras flores que transporta la brisa. Es injusto que haga un día tan magnifico. Que la primavera esté a las puertas. Una parte de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.

Siempre me ha dicho que me quiere como a una hija, pero ahora que ha perdido a la suya es distinto.

I clap so that I can hold on to this feeling. I clap because I know what will happen when I stop. It's the same thing that happens when I turn off a really good movie - one that I've lost myself to - which is that I'll be thrown back to my own reality and something hollow will settle in my chest.

No tenía una; era una estudiante en el primer semestre del primer año de la carrera, maldita sea. No todos tenían sus vidas resueltas al momento de salir del útero.

Sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one

When you're on the road, there is always the promise of the next stop being better than last

Looking out upon the future, I do not view the process with any misgivings. I could not stop it if I wished; no one can stop it. Like the Mississippi, it just keeps rolling along. —WINSTON CHURCHILL