Quotes About Transition

It takes a while. Slowly, almost imperceptibly over

When you're a new mother, you're just in a fog of hormones and exhaustion most of the time.

Life is a work is progress.

Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present

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 don't think it's a matter of ready-I mean, not in an all-the-way sense. You're never completely ready-you just get to the point where you're ready enough.

I made the mistake of turning back to look at her one last time before I left the room. It was heartbreaking, really—she just sat there, stunned. She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.

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.

As we walked into the store, we saw that we were catching the evening's activity in medias res.

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 when you realize that you have to? When the club closes or when everyone leaves?

I volunteer to be the comfort of the in-between.

But the older you get, the more you realize that, yes, there are all these things that link you to the past, and you're using the same words and singing the same songs that have always been there for you, but each time, things have shifted, and you have to deal with that shift. Because

Grandpa has presided over the neighborhood as it went from low-income haven for immigrant families to yuppie enclave.

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 go from chords to cords, amped to amps.

and everything about me goes from crying out to just plain crying

It's easier to start over than to work to make something last.

You're a student?" John flushed as though the question were both compliment and accusation. "I was. Or am." He shook his head. "That is, I will be again, if I'm to have my say in the matter.

The only way back is the way forward.