Quotes About Transition

curve of the stairs. "I'm going

Sometimes slime slides

the 'link tree over. We did the

I don't think we are ready to die, any of us, not without being escorted.

we are on the road from no A to no B in the world...

Aber vielleicht ist das die Natur des Todes, dass uns alles an ihm, jedes letzte Ding, unpassend erscheint.

America's over. Get out while you still can.

this life is the incubation period!

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

V had a passing thought that she used the word anyway like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she'd just shared to make room for more.

Time keeps on... slippin'... slippin'... slippin' into the future.

Fear of change was a weakness

Time keeps on...slippin'...slippin'...slippin' into the future, Adrian drawled as he walked around

How old are you?" "Eighteen years out of my transition. You?" He raised his cocktail glass. "Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months." "Not even middle-aged." "No." He smiled. "Not old. Now, if we were humans, this would be inappropriate." "Well, you would be dead. So yes, necrophilia is creepy.

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go.

Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality. It took time for things to sink in, the new equilibrium establishing itself only after some period of your brain sloshing back and forth against the walls of your head. He was still in the slosh zone.

Sometimes the changes in life came at you so fast, and with such fury, there was no way to keep up with reality.

Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did. And that was because, when you were falling from a great distance, spinning and turning in mid-air, uncertain of your chances of surviving the landing, the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.

It was a farewell. Not a good-bye, but a fare...well. and he had the sense they would.

I don't believe in true love." When was the last time you saw the sun? "My transition." And yet it has continued to exist and warm the planet and sustain life, even without the benefit of your eyes. You're less powerful than that, Balthazar. True love does not require your acknowledgment to be a force in this world.

I'm going bald!

Funny how your life could be interrupted: You left a house expecting to come back, but then the path you were on took you left instead of around again to the right. How

But in his soul, he had been a fighter stuck in a desk job. Resentment had made him edgy, and even though he hadn't been aware of it, he had had his eye on the exit every single night. No sight. No exit. And what if that was actually…okay. What if those Hallmark motherfuckers were right. Door closes, window opens.

Sometimes life brought you to corners that you saw coming, big changes altering your direction and focus thanks to a given event, like a mating or the birth of a young. Other times, though, the glacial shifts came without warning, popping out of nowhere.