Quotes About Transition

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 Ã¢â'¬Â¦ come out the other side. Or you don't.

Maybe people really don't change as much as we think. Maybe they just... maybe they just stiffen up.

The kid in you just leaked out, like the air out of a tire. And one day you looked in the mirror and there was a grownup looking back at you.

Tell you what, the worst part of growing up is how it shuts you up.

The world turns, that's all. You can hold on and turn with it, or stand up to protest and be spun right off.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being an adult is about learning how to die.

The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.

When a person stops changing, stops feeling, they die…

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

On the way home I remembered a bit of old folklore about how to boil a frog. You put it in cold water, then start turning up the heat. If you do it gradually, the frog is too stupid to jump out. I don't know if it's true or not, but I decided it was an excellent metaphor for growing old.

Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

Like shit, change happens.

The world has moved on,' we say... we've always said. But it's moving on faster now. Something has happened to time.

Adulthood is accretive by nature, a thing which arrives in ragged stages and uneven overlaps.

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on it's treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed.

How much courage does it take to fire up your tractor and plow under a crop you spent six or seven years growing? How much courage to go on and do that after you've spent all that time finding out how to prepare the soil and when to plant and how much to water and when to reap? How much to just say, I have to quit these peas. Peas are no good for me, I better try corn or beans.

Age looked at youth, and youth's applause first weakened, then died.

He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?

We all die in time," the gunslinger said. "It's not just the world that moves on.

In that instant she knew what it must feel like to cross a river into a foreign country, and then set fire to the bridge behind you, and stand on the riverbank, watching and breathing deeply as your only chance of retreat went up in smoke.

The grass in the back field was almost waist high, and now there was goldenrod, that late-summer gossip which comes to tattle on autumn every year. But there was no autumn in the air today; the sun was still all August, although calendar August was almost two weeks gone.

No. I was going to say his work changed my life, but that's not right. I don't think a teenager has much of a life to change. I just turned eighteen last month. I guess what I mean is his work changed my heart.

Loss changes you. Sometimes that's bad. Sometimes it's good. Either way, you eat your goddam pork chop and go on.

It had been no struggle to turn his face to the south and leave it behind — but it had hurt his heart.