Quotes About Transition

A young adult novel] ends not with happily ever after, but at a new beginning, with the sense of a lot of life yet to be lived.

You can't come back to something that is gone.

They stayed, many of them, because staying was easier and less scary than leaving

leaving my past is like jumping of a burning buiding. except jumping is a one way trip. You can't change your mind halfway down

It should be the art of Christians to present death as a passage to a better life, to labour to bring our souls into such a condition, as to think death not to be a death to us, but the death of itself. Death dies when I die, and I begin to live when I die. It is a sweet passage to life. We never live till we die.

Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes.

Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other.

It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

You see it as a room, a tabernacle, the dark hotel. You're in the hallway again, and you open the door, and if you're ready you'll see it, but maybe one part of your mind decides that the other parts aren't ready, and then you don't remember where you've been

A man found a door and hung it on the wall.

Every story has its chapter in the desert, the long slide from kingdom to kingdom through the wilderness, where you learn things, where you're left to your own devices.

Everyone in this room got here somehow and everyone in this room will have to leave.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand

The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

I've seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.

Consider the hairpin turn. It is waiting for you like a red door

You were driving toward something and then, well, then you found yourself driving the other way.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land. - Unfinished Duet

let's just get going, let's just get gone

how you get used to it, how you make the new streets yours.

saying farewell to flesh, farewell to everything caught underfoot and flattened.

For you, that tree is dead.