Quotes About Transition

Change is inevitable, though, he replied. As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

So what do you wear to dump somebody? she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done." "It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.

I planned my whole future around Adam,' she said now, quietly. 'And now I have nothing.' 'No,' I told her, 'now you just don't have Adam. There's a big difference, Lissa. You just can't see it yet.

Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.

When someone starts to change, and it's obvious, it's sort of natural to wonder why. Right?

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

It was the very nature of summer. So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at once.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn"t.

It wasn't until Kiffney-Brown, when I met Jason Talbot, that I really thought I might actually have one of those boyfriend kind of stories to tell the next time I got together with my old friends. Jason was smart, good-looking, and seriously on the rebound after his girlfriend at Jackson dumped him for, in his words, 'a juvenile delinquent welder with a tattoo'.

A ver, ¿qué hay que ponerse para cortar con alguien? ¿Negro, de luto? ¿O algo colorido y alegre, para distraerlos de su dolor? ¿O mejor algo de camuflaje, que te ayude a desaparecer rápidamente en caso de que no se lo tomen bien?

If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.

Nothing changes for three years, and then suddenly everything does all at once. Maybe those other people's summers I've envied weren't all fun either. You never really know anything until it's happening to you.

Once, this had been the life I'd wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn't believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I'd never known anything else.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

But this, too, wasn't true. Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so dammed hard.

Well, here we are, Ethan said. The end of the world. I smiled, turning slightly to take in the full view. It's different to what I expected. The big stuff always is, he said.