Quotes About Transition

and then the train started to ease along the platform

Something was ending. Even if it had been awful, my life was ending, and it felt like this wasn't my life anymore. It was someone else's. And I had decided that I'd just live inside it, see if anyone noticed, and maybe it would become mine. Maybe I would love it.

A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.

Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).

Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that's all she can do. That and hope.

Life is a train, get on board.

The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

But then it passed, as all things do.

Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time

Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.

Only two weeks since he had left, and it was already happening. Time, blunting the edges of those sharp memories.

Má»™t khi ta tr? thành ai Ä'ó, con ng??i cÅ© c?a ta cÅ©ng ch?t Ä'i.

Sólo te permiten ser así de feliz cuando están preparándose para llevarse algo de ti.

Listening to them, I realized how much of who I was, what I was, had been defined by Baba and the marks he had left on people's lives. My whole life, I had been "Baba's son." Now he was gone. Baba couldn't show me the way anymore; I'd have to find it on my own. The thought of it terrified me.

Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended. Our way of life.

But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.

I rescued him from the certainty of a turmoil and put him in a turmoil of uncertainty.

And so it was that, about a week later, we crossed a strip of warm, black tarmac and I brought Hassan's son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.

Zendagi migzara

I watched Baba's car pull away from the curb, taking with it the person whose first spoken word had been my name.

When the ferry groaned and lurched away, leaving behind a trail of churned-up water. I thought Madaline would stand at the stern and wave and blow kisses. But she quickly moved toward the bow and took a seat. She didn't look our way.

Forse non è giusto, ma ciò che succede in pochi giorni, a volte un solo giorno, può cambiare un'intera vita, Amir.

soon after we arrived in the U.S., Baba started grumbling about American flies. He'd sit at the kitchen table with his flyswatter, watch the flies darting from wall to wall, buzzing here, buzzing there, harried and rushed. In this country, even flies are pressed for time, he'd groan.