Quotes About Transition

Love doesn't always come barreling down on you like a train engine. Sometimes it sneaks up on you like spring overtaking winter. The chill winds begin to warm and suddenly the trees have leaves and the flowers are blooming.

I thought of how she'd been at three, at six, at nine. No one warns you about the losses. No one tells you you'll miss them, those earlier children. They disappear, but are they still there, sealed one inside the next like those little wooden Russian dolls?

She understood that grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it. Rather time insists on passing and as it does, grief changes but does not go away.

Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.

Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.

The sea was a landscape of longing, she thought, a landscape of ceaseless change.

One can't step into the river twice

Being a cat is nice, said the nearby Cat. I grant you that. Being a cat means you can go from violence to affection without any discernible transition. I kill, I purr, I eat, I sleep.

Mom says,'What are you going to do when it's time to go to college?' I choose not to think about that yet. That is years away. For now, I just watn things all safe and familiar. My life may not be perfect, but it is what I have known. ~pg 16; Hattie on change

I don't know what to do with the space. Rain used to fill it. How do you fill empty space?

Once upon a time the future was supposed to be brighter, shinier and more fun. When did that vision pass? When did the word 'new' lose it's luster? Now the past is supposed to hold the hopes we once confided to the future. We're directing attachments that used to go forward backward.

She had no history and nothing to plan for. It was all over for the time being. She just was.

Everything ends," she says. "That's nothing to be sad about. What matters is what starts in that moment.

She was no longer who she used to be, and she wasn't yet whoever she was becoming.

My wife is pregnant, and her physician told her that physiologically and medically speaking, there are three different kinds of humans: men, women, and pregnant women. I think the same idea applies to you, Edward. There are grown-ups, children, and then you. You don't feel like a kid anymore, right?" Edward nods. "But you won't be an adult for years. You're something else, and we need to figure out what you are, so we can figure out how to help you.

She wondered if dying was simply going to be an exercise in letting go of one thing after another.

He knows the loss of Jordan will remain with him forever, even as Edward slowly leaves his parents behind. He was supposed to grow up and leave his mom and dad, after all, just like he will leave John and Lacey in the fall when he goes to college. That is part of the natural order. Edward wasn't supposed to leave Jordan, though. They were meant to age together. That loss continues to be spiked with pain; it will never be soothed.

I'm sorry it didn't work out," Linda says. Florida smiles at the girl. "Everything ends," she says. "That's nothing to be sad about. What matters is what starts in that moment.

She's that magic, shimmering age—he guesses 27—when a woman has one foot in youth and one in adulthood.

He watches his new life walk into his old life.

The sky, as if taking a breath, lightens.

it was the beginning of November, and New York City was toying with the idea of winter.

after her honeymoon. Maybe.

You'll all set sail, as you should, and leave your mother and me here. It's a tale as old as time.