Quotes About Transition

You hate your job. Oh, come on, don't even. You hate your job and you just told a partner you're handing in your written notice. The world is your oyster, Meredith. Now you just have to figure out what you want to do. How do you feel? Be honest. How does it feel to walk away from two giant parts of your life that were making you miserable?

Both trying to suppress the knowledge that hugs like this mean only one thing. GOODBYE.

There is no new world that you make without the old world.

Somehow, when the fair became part of the city, it did not work like the fair.

Although it may seem otherwise, teens have not grown up yet. Their behavior is only temporary. Teens want to explore how they are different from their families, how they feel and what they think about things, and what their own values are. This process of separation from the family is called

Starting over — changing one's beliefs, is a bold endeavor.

It goes without saying that some people become ill rather than change their activities and their environments. They may also become ill, of course, to force themselves to make such changes. End

The death serves a purpose species-wise while it also serves the purposes of the individual, for no death comes unbidden.

You must face yourself now. You cannot afford to play overlong—to hide yourself in trivia—to become so busy that you cannot hear the truth that shouts within you. I know what the transition is like and I tell you it is pleasant—but your responsibilities will still exist, and you will ask yourself how you have fulfilled them. You must know yourself if you would help others. You must look inward and listen.

The main point I want to make in this chapter is that you are already familiar with all conditions you will meet after death, and you can become consciously aware of these to some extent.

like a man who has jumped off a diving board, but then, through force of will, lowers himself inch by inch into the pool.

The plant succession that had begun in March with snowdrops and early crocuses would soon flicker out in a blaze of orange chrysanthemums and show its last pinpoints of color in bittersweet and ash berries hanging like embers in the general misty brown of the world.

am thirty-five years old, and it seems to me that I have arrived at the age of grief. Others arrive there sooner. Almost no one arrives much later.

You don't make 'em trot for one thing and run for the other.

She looked out the window of her office, feeling that she had passed through a doorway that she had never realized was there.

The thing about endings is, they can begin quietly enough. That's how they sneak up on you.

He wishes to be far away, either at sea or on the shore. In between, he realizes, is the most difficult of all places to be.

And at twelve, heading for adulthood, a child fears that the way she is at that moment is all she's ever going to be.

I think of death, not as a smokestack, but as an opening door.

I do not know where I am going or what I will do when I get there. I know only that to put one foot in front of the other, moves me on, away from you to a place, where I do not want to be.

from Taking Your Clothes to the Salvation Army: Okay, so strangers will be grateful for this, will wear the socks to keep their feet warm, blow their noses in your handkerchiefs, pull up the shorts, tuck in the size large shirts (too small for our boys, too big for our daughter), and bits of you will be out there, engaging in a life you no longer have.

She's gone on that long road into adulthood from which none of us returns.

Morelli smiled. It could have been Jenny Ragucci. That makes much more sense. I had good luck with sluts. I looked over at him. All in the past, Morelli said. I'm a cupcake man now. Whoa, dude, Mooner said. That's so, like, cosmic.

Nice dress you're almost wearing. You ever think about changing professions? -Ranger