Quotes About Transition

In the last few weeks, I had changed. But in my mind, those changes had been for the better. I was finally getting over things, stepping over the careful box I'd drawn around myself all those months ago.

It seemed like things either stayed just the same or changed irrevocably. And like most times I found myself with hard choices, I just wished there was something clear and easy, right in between.

Destinations are overrated, as long as your moving, your going somewhere

I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall part and see options instead of endings.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what really everything was all about. It was 20 minutes, 100 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 it was this: it was happening. Right then as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards.

Like that box held the last little piece of what was normal, and I wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

Bueno, siempre era una lata dejarlo todo y marcharnos de nuevo. Pero también depende de cómo se mire. Si lo consideras un cambio demoledor que te va a arruinar la vida, estás perdida. Pero si lo tomas como una repetición, como una oportunidad de reinventarte y comenzar de nuevo, entonces está muy bien. Estábamos en Lakeview a principios de enero. A partir de ahora, podría ser quien yo quisiera.

It's like forever, always changing.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all 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.

But mostly, I cried because my life had been going full speed for so long and now it had just stopped, like running right into a big brick wall, knocking the wind and the fight right out of me. And I didn't know if I ever even wanted to get up and start breathing again.

Family isn't something that's supposed to be static or set. People marry in, divorce out. They're born, they die. It's always evolving, turning into something else.

I hope so. But that's just the thing, right? Family isn't something that's supposed to be static or set. People marry in, divorce out. They're born, they die. It's always evolving, turning into something else.

You never knew what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything. One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget.

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 the last word.

Something was changing, something I could sense even though I'd never been here before, like the way baby turtles know to go to the water at birth, instinctively. They just know.

It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning.

Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.

Good be- gets bad, something lost leads to found...

Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all 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. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

Death was, after all, a temporary staging post in a longer journey

It was awful, but it's over. And now I feel like I'm finally coming up for air. Yes, well, it's been a very stressful time for both of us, said Leonard. How has it been stressful for you? said Holly. I had that move. Holly just looked at him. What, said Leonard. You moved apartments said Holly.

I didn't tell him that even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.

I am watching parts of me evaporate like sidewalk water. This wet grey, this nighttime dew, gone before morning.

The trouble with setting goals is that you're constantly working toward what you used to want.