Quotes About Transition

It's a different story depending on where you start: who's good, who's bad, what it all means. Each of us shapes our stories so they make sense of who we think we are. I can begin when Cassie and I were best friends; or I can begin when we weren't anymore; or I can begin at the dark end and tell it all backward.

But just as the world is opening up, it's closing too, and things reveal their previously unimagined shapes.

there's a period of accommodation before you are formally and

MY MOTHER assures me that it happens to everyone, sooner or later, for reasons more or less identifiable; everyone loses a best friend at some point. Not in the "she moved to Tucson" sense, but in the sense that "we grew apart.

Maybe I made her feel trapped, like she'd outgrown me. But from my side, it was like I knew her too well, I saw her too clearly, when she no longer wanted to be known: she wanted to try out a new role, and didn't want to be reminded that it was fake.

Don't plan it, don't overthink it, just let it happen, you've got to find a way to bridge the chasm from here to there, from this unthinkable present to some unthinkable future . . .

It was like splashing in a blowup baby pool in the backyard, when you'd become used to swimming in the ocean. How

and once again ... we will head toward that time.

Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.

The day had arrived-the day, hour and minute Kate had been having nightmares about for months. She was about to leave the house she loved in Pasadena, California, for a place she doesn't even like. And she was leaving behind her dog, Boggs.

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave. —Mo Willems, Goldilocks and the Three Dinosaurs

Has it ever occurred to you that business as you think of it may have outlived its usefulness? Business has made its contribution and the world moves on. Business is just another dodo. . . .

Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she'd not noticed it until now.

Dawn was close. The weaker stars had already disappeared, and even the brightest were uncertain of themselves.

The world had seen so many Ages: the Age of Enlightenment; of Reformation; of Reason. Now, at last, the Age of Desire. And after this, an end to Ages; an end, perhaps, to everything.

Life was not a reversible commodity. Things passed away, never to return: species, hopes, years.

And to think, she'd once had the hots for him, back in the old days (six months ago) when razor-thin men with noses like Durante and an encyclopaedic knowledge of de Niro movies had really been her style. Now she saw him for what he was, flotsam from a lost ship of hope. Still a pill-freak, still a theoretical bisexual, still devoted to early Polanski movies and symbolic pacifism.

Dreams are doorways...If we but have the courage to step over the threshold.

Youth inhabits his face like a hermit crab its borrowed shell. He will outgrow his shelter sooner than he thinks. Only then will he know what it is to be naked.

No. No, I'm not." Then she said: "I'm somebody else. I just don't know who that somebody else is yet." "Well that's what journeys are for," Diamanda Murkitt said.

Nothing, I had come to believe by the end, was more illusory than the idea of ending.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last." ? Clive Barker, Abarat

except that she was sleeping not in preparation for a new day but for endless night.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise