Quotes About Transition

IT helps to think of the whole development thing as a process; you go in looking like a girl, and you'll come out at the other end looking like a woman. The stuff in the middle is just what everyone goes through, it;s almost never much fun.

The idyll ended, as idylls must.

These people no doubt became more common in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and judging from La Fontaine, those who tried to cheat death were found primarily among the old: He who most resembles the dead is the most reluctant to die. Eighteenth-century

I don't know then that one day I won't be seventeen. I don't know that youth doesn't last, that it's only a moment, and then it disappears and by the time you finally realize it, it's too late. It's finished, vanished, lost. There are some around me who can sense it; the adults repeat it constantly but I don't listen. Their words roll over me but don't stick. Like water off the feathers of a duck's back. I'm an idiot. An easygoing idiot.

I add: It was then that we lost touch, he and I. These last words are articulated with the least possible affect, as if life is just like that sometimes, you spend time together and then lose touch and life goes on—as if there were no breaks from which you never quite recover.

No sé que nunca volveré a tener diecisiete años, no sé que la juventud vuela, que apenas dura un instante, que desaparece enseguida y cuando te das cuenta ya es demasiado tarde, ya se ha terminado, se ha volatilizado, la has perdido

You get used to everything, even the defection of those you thought you were bound to forever.

I don't know then that one day I won't be seventeen. I don't know that youth doesn't last, that it's only a moment, and then it disappears and by the time you finally realize it, it's too late. It's finished, vanished, lost.

I did not understand then that the bac was the end of us.

He tells me something I did not know: that I will leave.

It was at the end of the day, at twilight--the hour we call "between a dog and a wolf.

Porque tu um dia hás de partir e nós vamos ficar.

Is this what it means to become an adult? Giving up the beliefs which reassure us, which help us to survive?

Au début, la douleur était atroce, puis elle s'est dissipée. La douleur était comme un mur que j'avais franchi, passant de l'autre côté.

J'ai accompagné un vivant à la mort. Désormais, c'est ce disparu qui m'accompagne, sur le chemin qui reste à parcourir.

Op mijn leeftijd ga je niet in één klap dood. Je bent als een huis waarvan de luiken worden gesloten, waar de meubels een voor een worden weggehaald, waar eerst het gas wordt afgesloten, dan het water, en ten slotte het licht, totdat de deur voor de laatste keer op slot wordt gedraaid en de sleutel wordt weggegooid. Een grappige gedachte. Niemand ziet het, maar ik glimlach.

Sans doute ne savait-elle pas que lorsqu'on a quitté les Enfers, jamais il ne faut s'en retourner vers eux.

C'est pas toujours facile, le soir, d'entrer dans une chambre et de s'asseoir au bord du lit pour défaire tranquillement ses lacets et ensuite se glisser dans les draps et regarder le plafond d'un coeur léger.

about every five hundred years the Church feels compelled to hold a giant rummage sale. And, he goes on to say, we are living in and through one of those five-hundred-year sales.

Emotions often change by morning. A sorrow that seems unbearable in the darkness often disappears with the coming of the sun.

Things do not have to last forever to be good, and when they end, it is not always proof that one's principles were wrong.

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.

Saying hello to something new means saying good-bye to something old and loved.

Everything can change in an instant. Everything. And then there is only before and after.