Quotes About Transition

I'm falling for you, but I can't do this if your still hung up on a dead guy...you can still love him and love me, but you won't let yourself, Becca.

And one thing, as they sometimes do, led not to another, but shattered a world.

You could never know when everything might change—a mood, a decision, a blanket. A life. They

Really, the new hand felt normal, no different from her old hand. It was impossible to say why she felt so oddly about it, thought Anna. It was her hand, after all. Except somehow, looking at it, in a way she had no words to describe, it no longer was.

Pushing away, pushing in: the pattern of so much that was to follow.

Thus attired in the night of their grief, they prepared to depart into a morning she seemed determined not to relinquish.

We are past the end of things now, but I don't want to leave.

Things happen when people are not where they belong, and the world moves forward and back by that principle.

Everything has seemed beckoning and ahead, though I am unsure now if life has not suddenly passed me like a big rumbling semi and left me flattened here by the road.

It was as if I'd already left some time before and was just catching up with myself.

How amazingly far normalcy extends; how you can keep it in sight as if you were on a raft sliding out to sea, the stitch of land growing smaller and smaller. Or in a balloon swept up on a column of prairie air, the ground widening and flattening, growing less and less distinct below you. You notice it, or you don't notice it. But you're already too far away and all is lost.

Most things dopn't stay the way they are very long.

then nothing was ever again as it had been. You don't think things like that can happen. Then you find out they both can and will. So

For the two of us, ours was just a version of life briefly perfected (though in a way that showed me something) and that ended.

Sometimes we do not really become adults until after we suffer a good whacking loss, and our lives in a sense catch up with us and wash over us like a wave and everything goes

Best just to swallow back your tear, get accustomed to the minor sentimentals and shove off to whatever's next, not whatever was. Place means nothing.

We drove up onto the interstate and went toward Spokane, where I had lived once and Arlene had, too, though we didn't know each other then the old days, before marriage and children and divorce, before we met the lives we would eventually lead, and that we would be happy with or not.

Assuming you rise to the top, please remember: what made you great may not be appropriate for the next generation.

I'm forever amazed at how much fun it is to leave. Just to leave. Arriving has its points, but leaving is inexhaustible.

The United States was born in the country and has moved to the city.

reimagining your life is going to be messy.

Repacking is all about the why; it's

Was a time... Sure. And there was another fucking time the summers never seemed to end and you'd never paid for it in your life. Remember that? Time passes, Max - get over it. Skip the fucking nostalgia, let's get where we're at.

Most of us are about as eager to be changed as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock. JAMES BALDWIN