Quotes About Transition

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

Because the song is us and the song is her and this time I'm going to use her name. Norah, Norah, Norah - no rhymes really. Just truth. I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

I wonder if it's possible to start a new relationship without hurting someone else.

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

this might be the happy ending without the ending

There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.

You don't realize - the great thing about change is how quickly we get used to it. So I'm not complaining. the more things change,the more they don't stay the same. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. They might not change everywhere all at once - but there are moments when the impossible becomes the inevitable, and the rest is just a matter of time.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we're really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

You're becoming. You're in the process of becoming. You just don't know what yet. That felt right. It felt okay to stop there, for now, as we walked through the future.

Now she's lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night

traverse , v. You started to cry, and I quickly said, No -- I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part. And you said, I'm not sure we can. Without even having to think about it, I replied, Of course we can. How can you be so sure? you asked. And I said, I'm sure. Isn't that enough?

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

Whatever we shared is gone, because it was destined to be gone from the minute it started.

Holden Caulfield is the embodiment of what we mean by the phrase "young adult" – too young to be a grown-up, but too wise to the world to be completely innocent. He's caught in the in-between, and that in-between is what all young adult authors write about.