Quotes About Transition

You saw too late. Now you are as she is, bewteen two worlds, warmth bleeding into cold.

The year began to turn, a form moving lightly upon itself, but she minded nothing of the year, for her body had changed, and the hoe and the soil now cut each other sharply, visible and near. 'Jonas,' she said, over and over. It was a name, that was all, a name for something that was gone.

We had lived in savannah for a million years. During that time the world got warm again and wetter, and some of the rain forest returned. But for us it was too late. By then we knew how to live only on the savannah. We could still climb trees, but we did not go back.

Maybe better that way, to not know our parents, to love them as we move away from them--they're on the shore and we're on a ship, moving away; later we will switch places as they sail away from us, and we say to them, a little longer.

Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that's all that happened, if his dying just meant that I would be waiting for him to say something instead of listening to him say something, it would have been fine.

Przed chwil? jeszcze ubrana, a teraz naga, jakby to by?a najbardziej naturalna rzecz na ?wiecie.

seeking to be free of something and freed to something.

Dying to something old, a pattern that is comfortable in its dysfunction, so that one can move to a different system, a new freedom.

Adulthood isn't black and white - it's a thousand shades of grey. Or taupe. It's not who you are, it's where you are.

amanda thought about her addiction to being on the move. about whether she was running away or running toward.

It couldn't last of course. They both knew it. Not the evening, Not the holiday.

But ends are also beginnings, you know. Every single story has a beginning at its end.

When you use thoughtful, gentle methods and are patient about the switch, this can be a peaceful time of transition for all of you.

take fifteen to thirty minutes to help him transition from the activity of the day to the relaxed state needed for sleep.

Typically, between the ages of twelve and twenty-four months, toddlers switch from two daily naps to one.

The last days before graduation are bad enough, God knows--out of the womb you go, ready or not. The halls rang with the laughter of the girls who were going to be brides in the next week (and widows shortly after)...

Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can

You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along.

A friend had said to me once, "Whenever I don't know what to do, I watch what I am doing." And what I was doing that year was leaving, even though I had not yet left.

A person can only move forward, she thinks. A person should only move forward.

Only a few leaves of deep red remain on the otherwise bare limbs of the maples; the oak leaves are russet and wrinkled; briefly through the trees is the glimpse of the bay, flat and steel-gray today with the overcast November sky.