Quotes About Transition

You can live for a long time inside the shell you were born in. But one day it'll become too small." "Then

She felt her fear unspooling like a tight fist opening. It was as if she'd been standing on a precipice and suddenly tipped forward. There was no point in feeling afraid. She was already falling, falling through the air, and her future, whatever it held, was rushing up to meet her.

And this is where we belong." "No, it isn't. It's just where we ended up.

How strange, I think—that I am in a place my parents have never been and will never see. How strange that I am here and they are gone.

I am halfway between two worlds, the known and the unknown. I feel as transparent as the wind, as if my spirit is hovering in the sky, waiting to land. I am driving toward a future I can't see, leaving behind a past that already feels distant. Nothing is clear - and yet the trees are sharp against the sky; I can see the hard outlines of everything.

What do you choose to take with you? What did you leave behind? What insights did you gain?

made it through this year because I had to, because I had no options. But now that I've experienced comfort and safety, how can I go back? These thoughts take me to the edge of despair, so I will myself—I force myself—not to have them.

Looking closely at Molly's file, Lori the social worker settles on a stool. "So you'll be aging out of foster care in . . . let's see . . . you turned seventeen in January, so nine months. Have you thought about what you're going to do then?

Al trasladarse de un río a otro, los wabanakis tenían que acarrear sus canoas y el resto de sus posesiones. Todos conocían el valor de viajar ligero y comprendían que ello requería dejar atrás algunas cosas. El miedo, con frecuencia la carga más difícil de abandonar, era lo que más entorpecía el movimiento. BUNNY MCBRIDE, Women of the Dawn

marrying Jim was like stepping into water the exact same temperature as the air. I barely had to adjust to the change.

Maybe all of us could live several lives, giving some things up and gaining others, assembling different versions of contentment.

The questions on the assignment sheet are: What did you choose to bring with you to the next place? What did you leave behind? What insights did you gain about what's important? Molly's kind of into the idea of the project, but she doesn't want to interview Ralph or—God forbid—Dina.

No, I am Dorothy now.

My own awakening feels as momentous. I too am blanketed, my harsh edges obscured and transformed.

neighborhood, the place I left each

Feeling around in the bag, he said, "Aw, shit. I meant to get you a chain to clip these on." He patted her knee. "Don't worry about it. That'll be part two." Two weeks later, coming home late one night, he lost control of his car, and that was that. Within six months, Molly was living somewhere else. It would be years until she bought herself that chain.

The landlord called our new home a railroad apartment: each room leading to the next, like railway cars.

Despite the landlord's disapproval, the sweltering heat, the gloomy rooms, and the cacophony of strange noises, so unfamiliar to my country ears, I felt another swell of hope.

Es como si hubiera estado en la cuerda floja, tratando de mantener el equilibrio, y ahora, por primera vez, pisara terreno firme.

When one is ready, when we choose, the understanding will be a part of life. Then we are guided very differently.

I'm getting older now, so I should think about a family, but certainly not tomorrow.

I certainly hope I'm not still answering child-star questions by the time I reach menopause.

The road to death is life, the gate of life is death,

The problem is not that they haven't gone far enough, but that they've brought themselves along.