Quotes About Transition

Christmas was gone. Brendan didn't even hate it, because how could you hate something that was dead?

Her life had seen many more sunsets than sunrises and it was probably time to even the score.

The phrase that came to her mind was "the long and sudden of I." We go on and on through the long months of our lives until we hit a sudden moment that stuns us.

That before-and-after-feel, as though this was going to be the end of one time and the beginning of another.

But a lot of water has passed under a lot of bridges now, and I don´t know if that is something I could do.

Yes,' he says. 'It's great. Very… quiet.' This makes her laugh. 'What about your job?' 'I need to make some new contacts up here, but yes –that's looking good.' 'What is it you do again?' There is a pause while he waits to turn into the car park and she thinks maybe he wasn't listening, but then he says, 'It's like a therapy business. Setting up franchises, that kind of thing. Facilitation.

You head back outside, leaving the door unlocked. Better get used to it, you tell yourself. One of the dogs barks as you walk across the yard towards the main house. It's an excellent warning, of course. You knock on the front door. 'You don't need to knock,' she says, opening the door. 'You can come straight in.

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I think the hardest things is going to be letting go. Letting go of all my friends. Letting go of the person I was here in this small town.

Summer's gone today; I wished a wish that it would never go away, but summer told me it couldn't stay. So I said my goodbyes, with tear-filled eyes, and waved my farewell to the blue summer skies.

Your not gone yet, but I can feel you slipping, slipping away.

I can't cry..not yet. I can't say goodbye..not yet. I can't lose you..not yet.

January seems like a year ago.

The day was so lovely that, to Flora, it seemed possible to leave only if it was impossible to stay. She tried to imagine leaving. She imagined that her body was asking her to leave. She

The choice is not between what is and what was, but between what is and what will be, which, often enough, is nothing.

not busy being born is busy dying.

His interest, after all, was not in the origin of species but in their demise.

Recently abandoned women can be complicated.

Fall, not spring, is the time in this region to clear away dead leaves and branches, to renovate the borders, to start new gardens.... And even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.

A world without change," he said, "is a world without hope

Ch-ch-Changes, turn and face the strain, because I am trying to do just that.

too—I realized that my only hope was to give up the life that had been, in order to make room for the life that is. I call it my "choiceless choice.

And the last thing to know about death is that the death of the body is the start of an adventure.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.