Quotes About Transition

We have lived too long. The great days are past.

This was a double game: he was trying to save his childhood, to preserve it and trap it in amber, but to do that he was calling on things that partook of the world beyond childhood, whose touch would leave him even less innocent than he already was. What would that make him? Neither a child nor an adult, neither innocent nor wise. Perhaps that is what a monster is.

If my generation is remembered for anything, it will be as the last one that remembers the world before the Internet.

Up through around twenty-five he'd never even thought about his back: it was a balanced, frictionless, self-regulating system. Now it felt like a busted gearbox into which somebody had chucked a handful of sand.

June ripened into July, then burst and withered and dried and became August.

She was young enough that all she had to do was kid things, but she was also getting old enough that she wanted to do more than play games and pretend.

He was finally on the other side, down the rabbit hole, through the looking glass. He was going to sign the papers and he was going to be a motherfucking magician.

He felt like he was coming back to life too. Not that he'd been dead, just ... not quite alive. Something else.

It was a shock to see them go,

But it wasn't going to kill him. It wasn't sexy, but it was real, and that was what mattered now. No more fantasies—that was life after Fillory.

would have to find something else, he thought mazily. Something new. Couldn't stay here anymore. Couldn't go back. Only forward.

Boys were so unstable that way, full of buggy, self-contradictory code, pathetically unoptimized.

He almost felt like he was betraying Julia. But what did he owe her? It's not like she even would have cared. And Professor Sunderland was here. He wanted somebody who was part of his new world. Julia had her chance.

By the time he was thirteen it was all over. Edward's gift evaporated like dew in the harsh dawn of puberty, painlessly and almost overnight, and though afterwards he could clearly remember what it was like to wander through those gleaming mental corridors, the doors to that secret edifice were now firmly closed, the silver key lost, the path overgrown, never to be found again. His ranking plummeted, and his matches became a series of tearful early concessions.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

It was late May,

It was like I'd become a ghost without having to go through the messy intermediate step of actually dying.

Though I feel like were only just about to get started. We wouldn't star over, we'd just start.

I'll just get my things" "I understand." "Actually I haven't got any things.

it was all behind him, and all that was left was one short street leading straight out of town.

The silver years of the Chatwins are long ago now, and the years since have been forged from baser metals.

Except it'll still be summer," Plum said. "Backward seasons.

She'd broken her staff and drowned her book and sworn off magic forever.

This is life, he kept saying to himself. That was being dead, and this is being alive. That was death, this is life. I will never confuse them again.