Quotes About Transition

The End… is only the beginning.

she also felt a yearning like the beginnings of a yawn arching in her chest to have that separation and to become, finally, who she would be.

Perhaps I'm just afraid of the uncertainty to come. When I'm moving on a journey, the ending is still unknown and possibly wonderful. But once I arrive, it's hard to keep imagining.

But fluttery hope suggested that when she was ready to open back up, perhaps all emotions wouldn't be stones-pressing-chest horrible. She had no specific expectations. She just contemplated that bird's heartbeat inside her and considered it was time to take a chance.

so I told her to go to... someplace less nice

Life feels like fall of itself." "'A dream within a dream." "And I want to wake up.

I know muckers are the simplest of commoners and becoming a lady's maid is a right honor, but I couldn't give up the wild steppes forever, couldn't turn my back on Mama and all she taught. I feel like a mucker from the ends of my hair to the mud of my bones.

Okay, okay, I can do this, Jane said to herself. Of course I can do this. I should be used to making a fool out of myself by now. This will be the last big one. Just three weeks and then I can leave this part of myself behind and get on with my life. And maybe it'll be fun. It might even be fun.

Especially on an upside-down kind of day like today. It's a last day and also a first day—last day of summer, your first day in Book End. Last day before school starts, first day of a new chapter. It's enough to make a girl feel like she's sitting on her head!

They walked back through the village, and Miri kept her eyes on the ground before her. The whole world had shifted, and she was not sure she could keep her feet. She was her ma alive again. When Miri returned, she found Marda moved

Tonya had wanted to look at her former residence for perspective. She had wanted to look at where she had come from. It made her appreciate everything that she had gone through thus far.

As I accept the flowers, I release my grip on the balloons, and they bounce gently against the ceiling the way they did before—hovering, annoyed, frustrated, contained by the ceiling and disappointed by the limits of life.

What if I hate it?" "As long as you've given it a fair shot, then we'll talk about it and figure it out." "If it really, really sucked, I could move back and live with Dad." "Yeah, you could. Though I'd like to think living with me wouldn't really, really, suck." "I've never moved out of Whitford, either. What if I hate Brookline?" "You sure as hell can't go live with Dean.

Le persone si stancano quando sono troppo grandi.

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

When I wake up in the morning, it's always sort of a letdown as reality hits me.

We live in the in-between space—between when all that was right went wrong, and when all that is wrong will be made right again.

To change. May it be quick and merciful.

All is changed, in an instant. It is only left to do the work.

The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass.

IT'S FUNNY—WHEN Dad was in California, Mom's house was where I lived. It was home. But now I don't really feel like I have a home—it's more like I live at Dad's place. Or Mom's place. I never say "I'm going home" anymore. It's "I'm going to my mom's." Or "I'm going to my dad's." Going. Not staying. Actually, it's not funny at all.

Ashes don't necessarily signify an end.

We have always been going back, since birth, back toward not being alive.

And so he went into another world—this world, where I do not see or hear him