Quotes About Transition

TUESDAY, 30 DECEMBER

Katie switches it on again and reverses a little beyond the beginning

Just like happy, sad didn't last. There was mostly the place between, so the tears stopped before the weather did.

perhaps a sea again, or a jungle, because all things pass.

In one of his psychology classes, he'd been taught that, as a person lay dying

Sarah seems to be Sarah now, but what will she be two hours from now

beyond every darkness, dawn approached

It is the greatest mistake," he said, "to think that man is always one and the same. A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour. We think that if a man is called Ivan he is always Ivan. Nothing of the kind. Now he is Ivan, in another minute he is Peter, and a minute later he is Nicholas, Sergius, Matthew, Simon. And all of you think he is Ivan.

I wanted time for my heart to heal and for my head to wrap itself around these major life changes.

What the people around me failed to understand was that my life as I'd known it, as I'd wanted it, as I'd dreamed it, was over. The only way I could achieve fulfillment was to find myself a new one.

I suppose there will be the time when I'll need to consider moving into one of those assisted-living complexes. At my age it's difficult to make significant changes, but then that's life.

Autumn arrived and life was in danger of becoming boring again.

Outside, it was coming on night. Twilight. "The magic time," his daddy called it, "the make-a-wish moment between the dark and the light.

There's something very freeing about losing the anchors that have always defined you. Frightening, sad, but exhilarating in a poignant way, as well. You're free to float to the moon and evaporate or sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean. But you're free to explore. Some people confuse that with drifting, I suppose. I like to think of it as growing.

As soon as you notice your first wrinkle and your first white hair, sigh with ease. You are well on your way to becoming who you always wanted to be." VÉRONIQUE VIENNE

I hit a low place," she began. "Perhaps it was the idea that fifty was looming. I don't know, but I felt off. Out of sync with myself.

realize I hate the word widow. It's sexless. I'm never using it again.)

When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.

WE'RE ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF REALITY ITSELF. RIGHT WHERE IT TURNS INTO A DREAM

We parked under a strange sky with a faint image of a quarter-moon superimposed on it. There was a little woods beside us. This day had been dry out and hot, the buck pines and what-all simmering patientyl, but as we sat there smoking cigarettes it started to get very cold. The summer's over, I said.

All I'd done in better than two decades was tread forward until I reached the limit of certain assumptions, and stepped off.

They'd been here twenty seconds, and already nothing was happening.

If he died now, Grainier probably wouldn't know it until they came into the light of the gas lamps either side of the doctor's house. After they'd moved along for nearly an hour without conversation, listening only to the creaking wagon and the sound of the nearby river and the clop of the mares, it grew dark.

It's my last year in the navy, he explained to the girl. I came across this ocean and died. They might as well bring back my bones. I'm all different.