Quotes About Transition

Leider and Webber stress that big transitions aren't DIY projects and that, as Webber told me, isolation kills. "It's pretty lonesome inside your own head," Webber said, when I spoke with him about the project. "Everybody's life is an experiment of one, but nobody should have to go it alone.

She was confident of her skills, but "How would I take them and make the transition to the not-for-profit sector? What's even out there? How do I get a foot in the door? There's no clear path here.

When I asked her how she would have fared had she remained out there on her own, fishing for information online and trying to figure out where to begin, she replied that she might eventually have made a successful transition, but the process would have been difficult and demoralizing.

I'm wasting my life … I haven't done anything worthwhile in years … I need to move somewhere else, do something else, anything … How come I'm not on the Sunday talk shows? How come I'm not in charge of something, like a business?

like resigning ourselves to the abandonment of our youthful dreams and the deflation of our youthful hopes.

Freedom is not won by merely overthrowing a tyrannical ruler or an oppressive regime. That is usually only the prelude to a new tyranny, a new oppression.

When you stop believing in God, there is no sudden explosion of light or darkness. The world continues on its accustomed course. The sky does not fall. The sun still shines. Life goes on. But something is lost nonetheless, something important that gives life connectedness, depth and a sense of purpose; that gives you a feeling of participating in something vast and consequential.

A year earlier my parents had moved us out of the city to a split-level on Long Island, their idea of the American dream, which meant it as now an hour-and-a-half commute via the 7:06 Hicksville to Penn Station every morning. (Dark City Lights)

It was a time of beginnings and a time of endings.

In my youth, I was always one for the dramatic entrance. Now, in keeping with my character, I gravitate more toward the subtle and refined. Okay, with the occasional feathered serpent thrown in.

I don't know how old the man was... but he was definitely closer to coffin than crib.

that's what being a supervisor is: it's a life of sending others out to fight and die. I've known that for a while, but it took you to make me realize I couldn't bear to continue with it. I couldn't stay at Fittes Agency. I'd rather do something else.

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it's for the last time?

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

I've been treating my life as this pit stop, just kind of regrouping before I move on. But it's been seven years, and I never moved on. I haven't done anything. I just...stopped.

And beneath the chaos of the moment, Denise becomes aware of a painful truth about herself: she is never as deeply in love with a man as she is in the moment he leaves her.

I don't have a career, I don't have a family, and I don't know what to do next. I've been so determined to escape anything permanent, and now I just feel like I'm nowhere. And what if that's the permanent thing by default?

One day you just wake up and discover that you got old while you were sleeping.

You want to move on, but to do that you have to let her go, and you don't want to let her go, so you don't move on.

And someday soon, I'll rest in peace. But till that day does come, I'll rest in pieces.

The self-help books and websites haven't come up with a proper title for spouses living in the purgatory that exists before the courts have officially ratified your personal tragedy.

That first pregnancy is a long sea journey to a country where you don't know the language, where land is in sight for such a long time that after a while it's just the horizon - and then one day birds wheel over that dark shape and it's suddenly close, and all you can do is hope like hell that you've had the right shots.

How life can change if you're lucky enough to be around for it.

Before you're a mom you don't know what gear is going to be relevant.