Quotes About Transition

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways. I have no such consolation. This is why I cling so hard. This is why this is so hard.

And after the end?Another beginning.

It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

Fade to black. Or whatever color you like. If you can find a way to fade to pink or purple, please do.

Years into days. Days into hours. Hours into minutes. Minutes into moments. Moments into possibility.

You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.

As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagined.

willyoupleasebequiet: are you ready? bluejeanbaby: for what? willyoupleasebequiet: the future willyoupleasebequiet: because i think it just started

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

i know he's been looking forward to this--and i know that i've been looking forward to this. but now i have to stop looking forward and start looking at where i am. it's hard.

Whatever you had -- I don't know what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too much hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

He wasn't always like this. Nobody is ever always like this.

I try to hear her voice, try to separate that single pitch from the shouts and applause. But she's as lost to me as she was the night I cried and she didn't turn back to see if I was okay. Three weeks, two days, and twenty-three hours ago. And she's already with someone else.

And here we are, so different from who we were on September 10th. And also different from who we were on the 11th. And the 12th. And yesterday. Sometimes you see the before/after. And sometimes it's as soft as saying hello.

There's still a part of her that's waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain.

seriously, is this what the rest of my life is going to be? i don't think i signed up for this.

he's walking away and at the same time i feel like i'm the one leaving him behind.

I know everything is about to change, and I fear that one day I will long for this minute before anything is said, that I will want to travel back in time and undo what's coming next.

Persevere, v. Those first few weeks, after you told me, I wasn`t sure we were going to make it. After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again. I didn`t know whether or ot to touch you, sleep with you, have sex with you. Finally, I said, "It`s over." You started to cry, and I quickly said, "No – I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.

I am trying not to think of what will happen next. I am trying not to think of endings.