Quotes About Transition

In the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.

It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity. If you're tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing.

Trying to figure out what you want to do, who you want to be, is messy as hell; at best anyone can hope for is to figure out the next step.

I can't believe we have to keep playacting until I graduate. It's a shame we can't just admit that we have failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

I am an iceberg drifting towards the edge of the map

Congratulations, she said formally. You have gradated.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

you are not dead, but you are not alive.

I head for my closet after school. I want to take the poster of Maya Angelou home, and I'd like to keep some of my tree pictures and my turkey-bone sculpture. The rest of the stuff can stay, so long as it doesn't have my name on it. Who knows, some other kids may need a safe place to run to next year.

I feel like any minute a guy in a lavender suit will burst into the room with a microphone and bellow, Another alternate-reality moment brought to you by Adolescence!

slowly I can't stand this bled into I can't stay here trickled through I should leave swelled into I want to leave rose into a tidal wave of I'm going

I get out of bed and take down the mirror. I put it in the back of my closet, facing the wall. OUR

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds.

the necessary, impossible goodbye that had suddenly, in slow motion, arrived

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a winter girl

Where did you live before you came here?" I asked. "The moon," he said smoothly. "We left because the place had no atmosphere.

Guidando verso casa sono quasi una ragazza vera.

Mom filed for divorce. In the counselor's office, my parents claimed that we would always be a family because of me, but things would be better now. No more yelling, no more arguments. By tearing our family apart, they were actually making it stronger. By the time I figured out that they were not making any sense, the family counseling was done and Dad was walking down the aisle with Jennifer.

The shape of my life had altered when Bellingham enlisted me. It changed again when I escaped the prison. It shattered when Isabel left.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

When ambitious men overcome a dynasty and seize power, they inevitably adopt most of the ways of their predecessors. —THE Muqaddimah OF IBN KHALDÛN

glass, a substance that went from liquid to solid through the use of fire and air