Quotes About Transition

I feel like I've started a new chapter in my life, and I need to leave the past behind.

One of the hardest lessons in life is letting go. Whether it's guilt, anger, love, loss, or betrayal. Change is never easy. We fight to hold on and we fight to let go.

Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.

Moving on is not closure. It's not neat, and it's not about turning the page. It is about moving on, but it doesn't mean that you've left something behind.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've would've happened…or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.

It is discouraging to leave the past behind only to see it coming toward you like the thunderstorm which drenched you yesterday.

"Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end."

You must make a decision that you are going to move on. It won't happen automatically.

And suddenly you just know it's time to start something new and trust in the magic of beginnings.

I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."

"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.

'Boys of Summer,' to me, is like the end of the summer, man. That heartbreaking feeling where you have to go back to school, your summer love is coming to an end, and the leaves are changing. That was always such an emotional time for me as a kid, because I loved summer so much.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

Fall is my favorite my time of the year. I love it. I'll try and make it back to Vancouver a bunch. I love going back home for that. Everything turns orange. You start to get out of summer, start making your way into the winter, everyone is wearing jackets. Vancouver lights up in the fall, so I definitely go back there for a bit.

When I was 16, I had a job on the cleaning crew at a local hospital. I wore a pink uniform and cleaned bathrooms and buffed the hallway linoleum. Oddly, I don't recall hating the job. I recall getting choked up at the end of the summer when I went to turn in my uniform and say goodbye to the ladies.

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

Change always comes bearing gifts.

If at age 20 you are not a Communist then you have no heart. If at age 30 you are not a Capitalist then you have no brains.