Quotes About Transition

I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider. So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

Letting go is harder than you can imagine.

like you can just drive to a store and get a life

When you opened your eyes, you could see that she was grown up, nearly an adult. But with the same wonder showing in her movements, because that's not something you have to grow out of.

I've tried breaking things to feel better - and found that it only feels better while things are breaking, not the next moment, when they're broken. It's a release that leads to nowhere.

So even though it doesn't seem like anything's changed— —things change all the time, mostly in little ways. That's how it goes, I guess." Sofia nodded. "Funny how we say it goes. That's the way life goes.

Flujo. El estado natural. Cambiamos de humor. Cambian nuestras vidas. Cambian nuestros sentimientos hacia el otro. Cambian nuestras relaciones. Cambia la canción. Cambia el aire. Cambia la temperatura del agua de la ducha. Acéptalo. Hay que aceptarlo.

Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

I am trying not to think of endings.

They have left the first stage of romance—the rhapsody of us. Where everything is you-me or me-you or a giddily tentative we. Now him and her are asserting themselves, each given a private, pensive depth. Within the rhapsody of us, Elijah could think, I don't really know you, but I will. Now he is not so sure.

Just because it's better now doesn't mean that it's always good.

I do believe that most of the times your life changes, you don't realize in the moment that it's on the cusp of being altered.

I tell him goodbye instead - a kind of goodbye that's never, ever final.

We're still here, if you want to come back.' 'I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

Maybe I'm better like this. Maybe I could live my life in my own world, and then simply leave it when it's time to go.

Her breathing was shallow, a seashore slowly being covered with water.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

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 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 guess I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break and if it starts small, it only gets wider. So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

You expect death to bring some new form of punctuation, but there it is: one small gasp. Period.

I never want to stay. I'm always ready to leave.

once time is lit, it twill burn whether or not you're breathing it in. even after smoke becomes air there is the memory of smoke

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 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.