Quotes About Transition

This is the last moment of the world we know, isn't it? This is history.

How much of you has to die before you stop being you and become somebody else?

Following a voice that sings only for his ears, the wolf steps from the cold emptiness of a dead world into the bustling street of one that is merely dying fast.

The world had moved on without them. She would not play the game of memory.

I felt a little guilty at how thankful I was to realize that Helen Alloy and her quicksilver bosoms were somebody else's problem now. I reminded myself that I wasn't unreasonable to experience a reduction in anxiety when relieved of a responsibility for which one wasn't really qualified.

A faint shudder ran through the ship when we dropped out of white space into reality.

The idea made me sad. But it also felt like closure. And I badly needed some of that.

When you live with people for months on end, the relationships come to mean a lot to you. Moving from one such berth to another is not dissimilar from getting a divorce from one family and moving immediately in with the next.

The old ways-the old respect might no longer be enforced with terror, but enough of it lingered that Dust was no entirely bereft of hope for the future of Engine and the Conn family. They might have grown soft, but they had not entirely fallen apart.

In the course of a long unlife, borders might cross as often as one crossed borders.

Everyone was waiting for something: an arrival, a departure. It made a pleasing sort of allegory.

You get so used to hurting that when it goes away not being in pain doesn't even feel normal, exactly.

I'd believed. And now I couldn't believe anymore. And I missed that believing so much. This must be what losing your religion feels like.

It is queer to be in a place when someone has gone. It is not two other places, the place that they were there in, and the place that was there before they came. I can't get used to this third place or to staying behind.

It is about five o'clock in an evening that the first hour of spring strikes — autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

It is queer to be in a place when someone has gone. It is not two other places, the place that they were there in, and the place that was there before they came. I can't get used to this third place or to staying behind.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

It is a wary business, walking about a strange house you know you are to know well. Only cats and dogs with their more expressive bodies enact the tension we share with them at such times. The you inside gathers up defensively; something is stealing upon you every moment; you will never be the same again.

There can occur in lives a subsidence under the soil, so that, without the surface having been visibly broken, gradients alter, uprights cant a little out of the straight.

Too many choices, that's the problem. Sometimes you get to a point, you know?" She looked at his face. His eyes seemed distant. "What do you mean?" He shook his head. "You wake up one day and nothing's the same. It's like you're in the wrong life or something. I don't know how to explain it.

As corny as it sounds, Gallagher said, life is very long. You're supposed to mess up when you're young and other people sometimes benefit from your mistakes-as you did in this case. But things rarely stay the same. People grow up and change. They move on.

it would be all right. Not the same, not unchanged, but all right

Done was done and could not be changed, but the future was a different matter.

Grief was just the moment before you tied the thread and began the next one