Quotes About Transition

Actually, time had always been passing. I had just managed to avoid thinking about it very much. It would be hard for me to recapture that feeling—life wasn't so easy anymore. Small things pricked my heart. In those early days, I lived in a world of overwhelming sensations; it was like I had just fallen out of love.

All I wanted was to get through this as quickly as possible, to see the day when memories be just memories.

When we start something new, at first it is very muddy, and clouded. But soon, it becomes a clean stream, whose flows conducts itself quietly, through spontaneous movements.

People tend to think they break up because they get tired of the person they've been with---that it's someone's decision, either yours or theirs. But this really isn't true. Periods in our lives end the way seasons change. That's all there is to it. Human willpower can't change that--which means, if you look at it another way, that we might as well enjoy ourselves until that day arrives.

I'll wait until then—I won't forget you. I don't want things to end like this, only having known you during this strange time. But right now, I just can't think about the future.

But even in that very brief period of time I was made abundantly aware of the extent to which various things inside me had degenerated without my even knowing it. I'd always hated working, and I'd never cared much about the kinds of jobs I took or whether I had one or not or anything like that, and none of that had changed at all, it wasn't that...it was something like guts, the ability to move on to the next thing when I had to...

I'll never be able to be here again. As the minutes slide by, I move on. The flow of time is something I cannot stop. I haven't a choice. I go. One caravan has stopped, another starts up. There are people I have yet to meet, others I'll never see again. People who are gone before you know it, people who are just passing through. Even as we exchange hellos, they seem to grow transparent. I must keep living with the flowing river before my eyes.

Yo soy mi propio hogar, mi lugar es este en el que me encuentro y nada puede impedirlo, como cuando ese fabuloso azul antes del alba da paso rápidamente a un amanecer de una belleza distinta.

People tend to think they break up because they get tired of the person they've been with—that it's someone's decision, either yours or theirs. But this isn't really true. Periods in our lives end the way seasons change. That's all there is to it.

I felt that I was the only person alive and moving in a world brought to a stop. Houses always feel like that after someone has died.

Il cuore di ognuno di noi stava cercando di accompagnare in modo tranquillo la vita di mia sorella che se ne andava. O meglio, si stava avvicinando a malincuore in quella direzione. Procedeva con sicurezza su quella strada, tranquillamente, come quando l'autunno avanza cedendo il passo all'inverno.

A piegarci non sono le circostanze o una forza esterna, la sconfitta ci colpisce dall'interno(...) Sono completamente senza energia. Proprio davanti a me qualcosa sta finendo, qualcosa che non vorrei che finisse, e io non riesco nemmeno a ribellarmi, nemmeno a soffrirne. Anche se quella fine mi sembra terribile. Ma vorrei pensarci un'altra volta, con calma, in un posto più allegro, pieno di luce e fiori. Solo che forse sarà troppo tardi.

The words I read in books seemed to strike me more deeply, and with my senses sharpened by grief, I noticed the glittering transition of the seasons as clearly as if I held the grief in the palm of my hand. It had been a long while since I'd experienced a fall so clear and crisp.

You know all the right techniques, all the secrets. You understand how to flow with time, and not get stuck in one place. Once you master one thing and have done it enough, you move on. Or at least you're good at pretending to move on. I think most people live their lives repeating the same patterns, again and again and again.

I wondered whether I was crying because I was sad, or because I had just been released from my sadness.

I realized that from now on, my mom's life and mine would have to be completely, unmistakably different. Nothing about us was the same: the times we lived in, the ways we regarded the world, the things we valued.

Maybe then our stopped time would move again." The

I carried the last of my things in both hands. When I thought, now at last I won't be torn between two places, I began to feel strangely shaky, close to tears.

I crawled back under the covers, still staring at that cold-looking, powerful snowstorm outside. My cheeks burned. Eriko was no more. Watching that scene, I really knew it for the first time. No matter how it turned out with Yuichi and me, no matter how long or beautiful a life I would live, I would never see her again.

realized how much effort moving would require—I'd have to pull myself together and go look at places. Move my stuff. Get a phone installed—I lay around instead, sleeping, in despair. It was then that a miracle, a godsend, came calling one afternoon. I remember it well.

I've no idea how many young women like this there are in the world, but I kind of wonder if those oddly vague people you see in department stores during the day, women who don't quite seem to be students or people who work on their own, might not be the same. I know very well that I used to be like that myself, that I used to walk around with the same utterly unfocused look in my eye.

no es que nuestro tiempo se haya detenido. Las cosas van experimentando un cambio constante aunque éste sea tan lento que apenas se perciba.

When exactly did I give myself over to sleep? When did I stop resisting...? I used to be so lively, I was always wide awake — but when was that?

Dad's absence in our lives now was so complete it almost felt cruel. In six months' time, I would be in a place I'd never been before, being stimulated by lots of new experiences, continuing my journey toward the flavors of the next phase of my life.