Quotes About Transition

People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.

For some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . .

Maybe we've grown out of each other.

Don't keep fighting battles that are already lost.

These days the nights and mornings have a tendency to bleed into one another.

I had always been led to believe that ageing was a slow and gradual process, the creep of a glacier. Now I realise that it happens in a rush, like snow falling off a roof.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead? It was unrealistic to expect a friendship to last forever…

She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.

I can't believe it's actually happening. This is independent adulthood, this is what it feels like. Shouldn't there be some sort of ritual? In certain remote African tribes there'd be some incredible four day rites of passage ceremony involving tattooing and potent hallucinogenic drugs extracted from tree-frogs, and village elders smearing my body with monkey blood, but here,rites of passage is all about three new pairs of pants and stuffing your duvet in a bin-liner.

Life is about to change if only because it must.

Best to leave quietly, and no reunions. Move on, and look to the future. Plenty more faces out there.

Friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Living in her University town felt like stayng on at a party that everyone else had left.

I know from your letters and from seeing you after your play that you feel a little bit lost right now about what to do with your life, a bit rudderless and oarless and aimless but that's okay that's alright because we're all meant to be like that at twenty-four. In fact our whole generation is like that. I read an article about it, it's because we never fought in a war or watched too much television or something.

No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been.

The truth is that my heart felt like a fist trying to punch its way though my rib-cage - not from the excitement of it all, though it was thrilling, but from a sense that finally, finally something good was about to happen to me. I felt the proximity of change, and I had wanted more than anything for something in my life to change. Is it still possible to feel like that, I wonder? Or does it only happen to us once?

What if life had taken a different route? What is had preserved with those letters to publishers when she was twenty-two? Might it have been Emma, instead of Stephanie Shaw, eating Pret A Manger sandwiches in a pencil skirt? For some time now she has had conviction that life is about to change if only because it must, and perhaps this it, perhaps this meeting is the new start.

Bye, Em.' 'Bye, Dex.' 'Goodbye.' 'Goodbye. Goodbye

She didn't feel like an adult. She was in no way prepared. It was as if a fire alarm had gone off in the middle of the night and she was standing on the street with her clothes bundled up in her arms.

te quiero mucho. Tanto, pero tanto... Y probablemente siempre te quiera. –Los labios de Emma le tocaron la mejilla–. Lo que pasa es que ya no me gustas. Lo siento.

I felt the proximity of change, and I had wanted more than anything for something in my life to change. Is it still possible to feel like that, I wonder? Or does it only happen to us once?

So - whatever happened to you?' 'Life. Life happened.