Quotes About Transition

Sometimes a mood changes on its own... Sometimes it needs a shove.

She knew suddenly that a woman could change her whole life and uproot her existence with one choice. Taking

It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.

It's funny how things slip away, pieces of us, even.

June is spring, July is summer, August is autumn, and everything else is winter.

Life changes, whether you want it to or not.

It is not so much about who my father was, this advice; it is what life is about. What death does to you. When I look down, of course she is not moving, her skin is cold, and I know she did not really speak to me. But she did. And so I do what I must. I stand up, feeling out my new role. I am a motherless daughter now, a sisterless woman. There is no one left of the family I was born into; there is only the family I have made.

Some years June is spring, July is summer, August is autumn, and everything else is winter.

Leni shrugged. She didn't know exactly what to say, or how to say it without revealing too much. "He has—nightmares—and bad weather can set him off. Sometimes. But he hasn't had a nightmare since we moved here. So maybe he's better.

She learned then that some relationships ended without fireworks or tears or regret. They ended in silence.

Her teenage daughter was sprouting like a tree, blooming every day into another variation of who she would someday become. Moods twisted her up and left her looking sometimes like a girl who'd just washed up onshore, unable to quite remember who she was and who she wanted to be. Kate

He renamed her, just like that, turned her into a different woman.

world could tumble, change radically in two days, with just one less person living in it.

Time. It was the rack everything hung on: life, loss, hope, love.

I've been wanting to start over, dreaming of it. And now, finally, I know where I want to be when I begin this new part of my life.

I'm starting over now; this is my new beginning.

But things changed fast. She knew that now. A horse could get old overnight and go lame. A friend could become a stranger just as quickly.

sex could mean many things; one of them was good-bye.

If there was one central lesson of her life, it was this: people leave. Parents. Lovers. Friends.

Como posso começar pelo começo, quando só consigo pensar no fim?

How can I start at the beginning, when all I can think about is the end?

She stood in the hallway, watching him walk away from her. Near the end of the corridor, he merged into the white-clad

Elsa stared at Rose for as long as she could, memorizing everything about her, but at last, she had no choice. It was time to leave this place, this woman, this home

Maybe that was how it would be