Quotes About Transition

The affair is over, but at least things have gone somewhere, if only into oblivion. And maybe oblivion is what I wanted all along.

I was like that once, and I'm not like that anymore.

I understood things then. Somehow I became confused in the ensuing years.

Perfect happiness is the privilege of deciding when things end. But then you have to find a new happiness.

I don't know myself as well as I used to .

I fret about my lost scarf. Then I miss my flight. The scarf is no longer a problem.

Once you've traveled far enough from where you began, it's impossible to reconcile the present with the past.

Turn forty and suddenly you're too old to die tragically young.

New hair, new clothes-the classic relationship break-up makeover," Jake said. Delaney stared at him for a beat. In a way, he was right. She was breaking up with Sam. He just didn't know it.

it was not going she dreaded—only leaving.

In the January that I turned thirty-five, sleep became a foreign and hostile country. I had never been more than what one might call a refugee in the country of sleep;

I have followed Hamlet for so long, so blindly. Now that he is gone, I do not remember how to walk on my own.

That happens in life sometimes, doesn't it? Something terrible happens and you think it's the worst thing ever and then it turns out to be the best.

It has always fascinated me that we're prepared to end a romantic relationship that is no longer working but are generally reluctant to do the same with friendships. Not all friendships are meant to last for life. People evolve, and friendships evolve with them.

Up until today she'd felt as if she was surviving. Now she felt as though she was living. Everything was different.

Wrecked on the lee shore of age.

The road was new to me, as roads always are, going back.

tain't so pleasant as when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' no to it.

So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my room looked empty as it had the day I came. I and all my belongings had died out of it, and I knew how it would seem when Mrs. Todd came back and found her lodger gone. So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

Paying for your lover's funeral is the gay version of a bar mitzvah. It is how you know that you have become a man.

When you are in school, your talents are without number, and your promise is boundless...But at a certain point, you begin to feel your talents dropping away, like feathers from a molting bird.

I focused on the passing houses filled with couples who'd somehow survived this teenage craziness of 'he likes her but she likes him and he likes somebody else, you just can't win.' How did they do it? How did they end up in their golden, warm and cozy living rooms with their 2.3 children and dogs and cats? Because getting from where I was to where they were seemed millions of light years away.

Our lives are constantly changing. Different things become relevant at different times in our lives. We are motivated by our changing sensibilities. Why can that not be applied to art?