Quotes About Transition

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

Isabelle, it's all right for you to be a little afraid, but you should also be very excited and joyful, too. You're about to bring a new life into this world. I would rather Winslow do it.

He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.

If we could pin down the moments when our lives bifurcate into before and after-if we could pause the progression of milliseconds, catch ourselves at the point before we slip over the precipice-if we could choose to remain suspended on time-amber, our lives intact, our hearts unbroken, our foreheads unlined, our nights full of undisturbed sleep-would we slip, or would we choose the amber?

Later, your mother says, Didn't everything used to have a name?

Their old life seemed far away and remote to him now, like a dream he could not quite remember. The bright green grass, the roses, the house on the wide street not far from the sea -- that was another time, a different year.

Soon we could barely recognize them. They were taller than we were, and heavier. They were loud beyond belief. I feel like a duck that's hatched goose's eggs.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

The thing I keep learning about endings is that they aren't a long time coming, and that they don't sneak up on you either, because endings just don't happen.

And as if she had opened a hidden door, I felt the patterned surface break and give way, and the words let me in. I still loved opening a book and feeling like I was physically entering the page, the ordinary world fizzing and blurring around the edges until it disappeared.

In acceptance, the new reality is still not OK. It is still not as we want it to be. But we begin to take on the new reality, listen to our needs, open up to new experiences and make connections.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

You are a child no longer, whatever you might wish. You are a woman with a woman's body, and you do not think or feel as you did back there at Sevenwaters, when you ran wild in the forest and the trees spread their canopy to shelter you. Men will look at you. Come to terms with it, Sorcha. You cannot hide forever. They will look at you with desire in their eyes. You were taken against your will, and it damaged you. But life goes on.

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

The movement of the wheel is relentless. All changes; all moves on.

Just an empty road ahead. But it happens sometimes. When you least expect it, everything changes.

Here it seemed that even shocking deaths were like a stone being dropped into a pond where the splash and the ripple closed over into stillness in no time.

Cixi's style was not to force through drastic change, but to bring it about gradually through perseverence.

Her changes were dramatic and yet gradual, seismic and yet astonishingly bloodless.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

I guess it's true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Jay-Z told me once that one of his buddies from the Marcy Projects, in Brooklyn, said to him, Man, you've changed. And he replied, You're goddamn right. You act like I've been busting my ass to stay the same.

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