Quotes About Transition

For six months I did what women do: I waited. This is what women are taught to be good at. It's said that a woman's life is merely preparation for the primal nine-month wait. Whatever the reason, they do it well. Sometimes they drink or bite their fingernails down to the wrist. They count stars and initials and wait: for something to happen, for something to pass, to change, to begin, to end.

If she doesn't make a move soon, they're all going to pass her by and she'll still be a child, afraid to leave her room, afraid to grow up.

Amazing where your life can deposit you before you know it. One, two, three, and you're on a completely different road than the one you'd always expected to be on at this point in your life. There is no compass when such things happen, no rules and no maps to guide you, and no one who cares if the sun is glaring or if the asphalt is melting beneath your tires.

If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea.

Let her wake as when she close her eyes. That was all Jenny asked for. That was all she begged for on this March night that was perfectly equal to the day, unique in all the season. Let her be the same sweet girl, unburdened by gifts or sorrow.

Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

All things change, for that is the way of the world we walk through.

The truth is, some of your closest friends may disappear during your most difficult times. These people have their own history and traumas; they may not be able to deal with yours. They may belong to the before .

Things ended, and then they began again, only they would begin without Isabelle.

Lately, she's been wondering if perhaps when the living become the dead they leave an empty space behind, a hollow no one else can fill.

Don't think this won't happen to you,' she hissed at all the pretty young girls passing by. 'Youth is fleeting. It's nothing but a dream. I'm where you're going. I'm what you'll be.

Pete wondered if the endings of things gathered in the corners of a room, hanging down like a spider's web, waiting.

Somehow, what they'd had was already over, and she hadn't even been aware of the end. This happened with roses: it was possible to take them for granted all summer as they wound along fences and gates, and then in September, when they faded, how beautiful they'd once been suddenly took hold. That was when people began to yearn for them, and all winter long they'd watch the bare branches for buds, vowing that this time they'd be grateful for all that they had.

He knew that attachments were for the living, and so he did the honorable thing. He let her go. He leaned close so she would hear him say it was all right for her to leave him. They knew it was now; they could feel something shift the way it always did. Even Argus, who'd been whimpering, grew quiet. It was not a dream, but something more. She breathed out, and inside that one breath was every word that had been spoken, every step she had taken, everyone she had ever loved.

I saw this was the way of the future, to leave the past behind as if it were a dream.

She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world.

what you give up you can learn to live without, even if it causes you heartbreak at the start. Whether you are mortal or not, you go on, even if sorrow nags

And then, when Kylie looks back at her house, she has the strangest feeling. The house seems lost to her in some way, as though she were looking at a memory, a place she used to live in and will never forget but one she can't go back to, not anymore.

It was not possible to hold on to ashes. In my dreams I had always walked out of the past, and it shut behind me, a door I couldn't unlock. Now I intended to do the same in my waking life.

being young will slip through your hands and you will be left standing there, you who were once so young, not recognizing yourself or your life. "I'd like a mirror

She thought she still had a child as a daughter, but she had something entirely different, someone who had turned thirteen.

Well, I think of life as a novel. You can't just hop out of the mess you're in and into another story. You carry it all with you.

What is behind you is gone, what is in front of you awaits.

He studied me, searching my expression, not quite seeing what had happened but aware that something had changed.