Quotes About Transition

Well, sir. I reckon you leave when you just can't stand your life where it is.

But... but.. you're a postman." He held her gaze and suddenly she couldn't breathe. "I am a solider now, it seems.

Sometimes you had to go backward in order to go forward. This truth they knew, even as young as they were. But there was another truth, one they shied away from, one they tried to protect each other from. Sometimes it was painful to go back.

I am thinking of how it will feel when he leaves, and I am sure the same thought occupies his mind. With a sigh, he reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a stack of envelopes. The sigh is in place of words, a breath of transition. In it, I hear that moment where I go from one life to another. In this new, pared-down version of my life, I am to be cared for by my son instead of vice versa.

folks who hang on to the past miss their chance for a future.

Poate ca asta e o problema fireasca atunci cand esti cu un tip mai in varsta. El este pregatit de aterizare cand tu abia decolezi.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside.

My side of the bed. It's funny, but some things don't change after the death of a spouse, and that's one of them. The left side of the bed is mine even though I am alone in it.

Four months, she thought dully. Only four more months and she would graduate from high school and be able to leave home. Home. Whatever that meant.

The man who'd come home from war was not the same man who'd boarded the plane for Vietnam.

Now, though, she wondered what her life could possibly be. She couldn't go back to who she'd been, but how could she go forward

Her mother had once told her that some people you meet are meant to be a part of your world forever, but some are meant only to change the course of your life and then move on.

So you can't compare the present with the past, not really, because you're a different person than you were [when Patrick was alive]. You have to look forward to the things you want, not back at the things you once had.

some people you meet are meant to be a part of your world forever, but some are meant only to change the course of your life and then move on.

Some chapters must be finished, though, some books closed.

One's reward for marching through the decades is a gradual process of erasure.

But you never know what will happen tomorrow, or the next day. One day, one week, one month can change everything.

There was something else, too, and I don't know why nobody talks about it. Marriage asks you to let go of a big chunk of who you were before, and that loss must be grieved. A choice for something and someone is a choice against absolutely everything else, and that's one big fat good-bye.

Just a tick past fruition sits decay.

It's not the deprivations of winter that get you, or the damp of spring, but the no-man's land between.

We drove out of New Paltz heading due north. Squeezed into my tiny hatchback, among our boxes and bags, were my dog, Nico, the hens, and the humming hive of bees, its openings covered over with tape. The dog eyed the hive, the chickens eyed the dog, and if the bees weren't nervous they were the only ones.

My new life was marking me. It was happening so quickly. There were intermittent spells of resistance, during which I'd pluck and moisturize and exfoliate, and then there was a period of grieving for my old self, who seemed to be disappearing toward the horizon, and then I relaxed into it.

Arrête de pleurer. Ne sais-tu pas que tes larmes vont se changer en pluie, que la vapeur sortant de ta bouche va se changer en brume et que ton frère qui est mort ne pourra pas trouver son chemin vers sa future existence ?

I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.