Quotes About Transition

It looks like freedom but it feels like death, it's something in between I guess. It's closing time.

Non passarono molti anni che sua madre cominciò a esercitare gli inalienabili diritti della menopausa. Si mise a indossare in casa a qualsiasi ora una pelliccia e gli occhiali da sole. Prima vi alluse soltanto e poi affermò esplicitamente di aver sacrificato una carriera come pianista concertista. Quando le veniva chiesto per il bene di chi, lei si rifiutava di rispondere e abbassava il termostato.

When you were neither seed not child and I was nothing too

The party is over but I've landed on my feet And I'm standing here on this corner Where there used to be a street

Things are either devolving toward, or evolving from, nothingness.

History is the short trudge from Adam to atom.

If we fail to provide boys with pro-social models of the transition to adulthood, they may construct their own. In some cases, gang initiation rituals, street racing, and random violence may be the result.

Manhood isn't something that simply happens to boys as they get older. It's an achievement—something a boy accomplishes, something that can easily go awry. If we ignore the importance of this transition, and fail in our duty as parents to guide boys through it, then we will learn the hard way why traditional cultures invest this transition with so much importance.

I thought I was learning to live; I was only learning to die.

Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.

A story always ends just when it comes to an end. Like a breath.

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever.

You should always know when you're shifting gears in life. You should leave your era; it should never leave you.

Do not fear autumn, if it has come. Although the flower falls, the branch remains. The branch remains to make the nest.

You cannot expect to achieve new goals or move beyond your present circumstances unless you change.

A bridge has no allegiance to either side.

Life is all about change. We cling to what we know and what we have, and then we lose it, and then we regret not having it and try to replace it by finding and changing to something else.

Once fallen, the blossom doesn't return to the branch

The boy who had survived by blending into the background had to accept that he would now be thrust into the foreground, into the unrelenting eye of the world.

It sounds good," he said. "It's the caterpillar's spats!

I knew I would stay in this town when I found the blue enamel pot floating in the lake. The pot led me to the house, the house led me to the book, the book to the lawyer, the lawyer to the whorehouse, the whorehouse to science, and from science I joined the world.

The middle of life has these cul-de-sac days. In your twenties you think, Surely I am going somewhere, and later--as in now--you think, Nope.

That's when I began passing as a man. Strange to be exiled from your own sex to borders that will never be home.

I didn't regret the decision to take hormones. I wouldn't have survived much longer without passing. And the surgery was a gift to myself, a coming home to my body. But I wanted more than to just barely exist, a stranger always trying not to get involved. I wanted to find out who I was, to define myself. Whoever I was, I wanted to deal with it, I wanted to live it again. I wanted to be able to explain my life, how the world looked from behind my eyes.