Quotes About Transition

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't.

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

A person can't change all at once.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

Life turns on a dime. Sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn't it?

May be she'll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

where the world ends is where you must begin

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why? She studied him, her eyes grave. Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

When you own a piano, it's harder to think about moving.

A change is as good as a rest.

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

Time is the water, Charlie. Life is just the bridge it flows under.

Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.

It doesn't have to be the last good time. But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

There came a time when you realised that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.