Quotes About Transition

Se encontraban en uno de esos lugares, especie de última estación, en donde los viejos solitarios esperan un tren desconocido con destino igualmente desconocido, y todo lo que los rodea ha dejado de existir.

ti?c là dòng ??i th??ng phóng ô tô ?i kh?i, quá nhanh ??i v?i xe ??p

Our body-minds tumble, shift, ease their way through space and time, never static. Gender transition in its many forms is simply another kind of motion. I lived in a body-mind assigned female at birth and made peace with it as a girl, a tomboy, a dyke, a queer woman, a butch. But uncovering my desire to transition—to live as a genderqueer, a female-to-male transgender person, a white guy—challenged everything I thought I knew about self-acceptance and love.

El mundo se marcha sin muchas lamentaciones. Luego vas tú.

For this I weep all my days and throughout my lifetime grieve that I swam from my own lands and came from familiar lands towards these strange doors to these foreign gates.

The prevalent fashion has been to proclaim the latest revolution as the herald of a new day, and the newest turbulence as the necessary and beneficent prelude to an epoch of orderliness and justice.

I'm going to become whatever I was going to become.

For the first time in my life, I couldn't think of anything I particularly wanted to study or to do. I still had the old idea of being a writer, but that was being, not doing. It didn't say what you were supposed to do.

And I had never heard anyone describe so accurately the difference between last year and this year: Last year, I admired wines. This, I'm wandering inside the red world.

There was another snowstorm, although immediately after, the sun came out and it was almost sixty degrees, so the snow melted. Nothing was real anymore; everything was over.

But to me it seemed that one had always been midway the journey of our life, and would be maybe right up until the moment of death.

It was happening again now: some pieces of some larger story that I could barely make out were flying into new positions, and I was remembering things I had forgotten, and putting them together differently, and all while I was sitting still and not going anywhere or doing anything—though in another way I was hurtling north at five hundred miles an hour.

But, to me, nineteen still felt old and somehow alien to who I was. It occurred to me that it might take more than a year–maybe as many as seven years–to learn to feel nineteen.

I went from class to class, read hundreds, thousands of pages of the distilled ideas of the great thinkers of human history, and nothing happened. In high school I had been full of opinions, but high school had been like prison, with constant opposition and obstacles. Once the obstacles were gone, meaning seemed to vanish, too.

One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come.

We come done, complete as we are; we leave undone with unfulfilled changes.

I think that obstacles lead to growth and ultimately, the most learning I've done in my life is between jobs.

It is difficult to reconcile oneself to the view that a single life determines our lot. We seem to come toward the end of our life just when we begin to get some insight.

Birth and death are the two states that bracket our lives. One thrusts us crying into consensual reality from the Pleroma and the other ushers us back there at the end of life.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.

I wondered whether he was trying to return to a place that no longer existed. Isn't that always the case when we try to go home again?

longer familiar to anyone, not in this new place. Gone are those who understand how you became yourself. Gone are the reasons lurking in the past that might excuse your mistakes. Gone is everything beyond your name on the day of your arrival, and even that may ultimately be surrendered.

The Middle East that had fascinated, preoccupied, and saddened me for decades was gone.

they are often milestones on the journey toward