Quotes About Transition

I decided she was naive. I was the age at which parents suddenly transform from people who know everything into people who know nothing.

am a great proponent of better. In the absence of best. Which is how we live now.

So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to do anything with.

I don't think they'll ever replace the living and breathing," says Gary. "They said that about e-books," says Kevin. "You can't stop progress.

I'm beginning to feel that I've discovered something worth knowing. There's a way out of places you want to leave, but can't. Fainting is like stepping sideways, out of your own body, out of time or into another time. When you wake up it's later. Time has gone on without you.

But all doors used regularly are doors to the afterlife.

Then they fell from a joyous life in the moment into the anxious contemplation of the vanished past and the distant future.

And so I step up, int the darkness within; or else the light.

It is not only the body that travels, Adam One used to say, it is also the Soul. And the end of one journey is the beginning of another.

I'd wanted to leave home, but have it stay in place, waiting for me, unchanged, so I could step back into it at will.

Waiting is also a place: it is wherever you wait. For me it's this room. I am a blank, here, between parentheses. Between other people

Lighting a fire is an act of renewal, of beginning, and she doesn't want to begin, she wants to continue. No: she wants to go back.

I was sand, I was snow – written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

At some indeterminate point in their life cycles, they cause themselves to be placed in artificial stone or wooden cocoons, or chrysalises. They have an idea that they will someday emerge from these in an altered state, which they symbolize with carvings of themselves with wings. However, we did not observe that any had actually done so.

But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hours, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell-burst, the plummet of the car from the bridge.

They were wrong about the sun. It does not go down into the underworld at night. The sun leaves merely and the underworld emerges. It can happen at any moment. It can happen in the morning, you in the kitchen going through your mild routines. Plate, cup, knife. All at once there's no blue, no green, no warning.

I'd wanted to leave home, but have it stay in place, waiting for me, unchanged, so I could step back into it at will.

Having long ago whispered I want to die , I now realize that this wish will indeed be fulfilled, and sooner rather than later. No matter that I've changed my mind about it.

She's like my own reflection, in a mirror from which I am moving away. In

When your main game's over, you can always move your chessboard elsewhere.

Her life began to seem long. Her adrenalin was running out. Soon she would be thirty, and all she could see ahead was more of the same.

No, you will not be cooked on a fire when you die. Because you are not a fish.

There are a great many buttocks in this room. I am no longer used to them.

Between the living and the dead. They carried the Word made air.