Quotes About Transition

I've decided it's not about me at all. It's a protective mechanism for them, a way of buffering themselves against my future death, like when teenagers distance themselves from their parents in preparation for leaving home.

But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet. But I shouldn't complain, this being circus day and all.

But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm—you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.

Actually, it's not so much that I've forgotten. It's more like I've stopped keeping track.

Ethan and I are done, I said finally. I'm sorry. He was my first boyfriend. I know. The only real boyfriend I've had. I'm a senior in high school and he was my only real boyfriend. I know. And I won't find another one at Jones Hall. That is guaranteed. Okay. This is all very sad and tragic, I said. Alan unwrapped a sleeve of Smarties. Yet, oddly, you don't seem that upset. I know.

Live in the present. Take care of the relationships in front of you now. Most friendships have a natural life, and when they've lived that out, you'll know.

don't mistake a new place for a new you.

A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.

This is the last time, the girl thought, that she would remember these things. If they floated back to her again, she would paddle away. When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

Or she could return to the beginning, to the first moment she`d started to feel like playing wasn`t for her anymore. But she coudn`t rehash every hurt, every disappointment, every moment that felt like betrayal. And expect to arrive anywhere good.

Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end?

Death changes things,' I said. 'It happens and you can't stop it. You don't have a choice. This is different.' 'Life changes things, too.

Story of a Girl By:Sara Zarr *Lexile:760 SRC:12 pts. *Personal Issues *Choice of getting a job to move out *Major Choice *In Process of making it happen *It effects her bother his girlfriend and their baby, because they will move out with her too. *Sometimes we need to take choices that will make your life easier and also others.

When do you think you're leaving? I asked. I don't know. Probably soon. Got what I came here for. Even though we didn't go back to your old house? That was only part of it, he said. Not the main thing. A few more big flakes of snow drifted down from the starlit sky. And what was the main thing? This, he said. Right here.

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said 'friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.

If this was my forever, I wouldn't want to spend it here.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have to have the last word.