Quotes About Transition

The future is only the past Entered again by a different gate. —Sir Arthur Wing Pinero

I'm only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I'll be gone forever—- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I'd need for an eternity of traveling light. I've left my hotel number on your desk, instructions about the dog and heating dinner. But like the weather front they warn is on its way with its switchblades of wind and ice, our lives have minds of their own.

When environment changes, there must be a corresponding change in life.

When bones and flesh have finished their business together, we lay them carefully, in positions they're willing to keep, and cover them over. Their eyes and ours won't meet anymore. We hope.

I couldn't picture myself as a good teacher and didn't want to be a bad one. Meanwhile I fell into proofreading, which led to copy editing, which has proved satisfying and educational. Pity about the summer vacations, though.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.

The next stage of their life is slouching over the horizon. Naomi says go. The tickets are nonrefundable. Everything will be fine.

A dream is both Life and Death in that it takes from one and gives to the other.

It's harder starting over, than never to have changed

One minute you're on top The next you're not watch it drop Making your heart stop Just before you hit the floor

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories -- perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years -- and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.

The real problem is, people think life is a ladder, and it's really a wheel.

I did not see that there was much more I could do for Jeff. He was now totally in the hands of other people. They would decide what he wore, what he ate, where he slept, what medication, if, any, he received. My fatherly duties had been reduced to the provision of a few small services, none of them basic. As a father, my role had almost disappeared.

The only way my head was going truly somewhere else was to travel to a different life and not a different airport.

If I was ever glad to have gone, I was never glad to go.

For the living, death is thievery.

I can't imagine that I'm supposed to get over it , like hopping a low stone wall; if Thursday was a barrier of some kind, it was made of razor wire, which I did not bound over but thrash through, leaving me in flayed pieces and on the other side of something only in a temporal sense.

I want to let all this go when it still hurts to let it go. When we can still feel a sense of loss. When what we're losing is still whole, and not corrupted, and diminished, and made dreadfully sad.

The only way my head was going truly somewhere else was to travel to a different life and not to a different airport.

Change is like that: you are no longer where you were; you are not yet where you will get; you are nowhere exactly.

That's the risk you take if you change that people you've been involved with won't like the new you. But other people who do will come along.

Death is the force that will create your new life. It is a mechanism of transformation. Welcome it.

Girls also use online environments to try on personas that don't really match their actual personalities. By posting risqué comments or images that suggest sophistication, girls sometimes conduct digital experiments in parting with childhood.