Quotes About Transition

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.

She's really gone, then...Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly...

And I'm left staring out the window, watching District 12 disappear, with all my good-byes still hanging on my lips.

So this is where stylists go when they've outlived their use. To sad theme underwear shops where they wait for death.

That's the one thing I think my head doctor might be right about. There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches beeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

It takes some adjusting from a bow to a gun, but by the end of the day, I've got the best score in my class.

and another who must have been pushing fifty, which seemed ancient for a life change.

On the fifth block, I can tell that we've reached the point where the wave began to peter out.

How are you doing with the separation?

Before anyone can ask anything, I empty my game bag and it becomes 18:00 — Cat Adoration.

So rather than focus on the coal mining itself, we're going to focus on the coal,

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever. "All right, then." I release him. "It's time," says Tigris.

Finally, Haymitch is being forced into sobriety, with no secret stashes or home-brewed concoctions to ease his transition. They've got him in seclusion until he's dried out,

Let me die. Let me follow the others,

becoming overrun with refugees. At this rate, Tigris may have new houseguests by lunch. It was good for everybody that we got out when we did. It's brighter now, even with the snow

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

I´ve blown past Bitter and am already in the heart of Apathy.

The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.

I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.

How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I say. "It´s Normandy out there.

Nothing´s permanent. Nothing .

I was flying home from LA and all of a sudden I looked out at the clouds and I realized, Jesus we are really flying, and it was the most wonderful and miraculous thing, and about a minute later the feelings of anxiety and panic begin. I feel the same way about marriage, today.