Quotes About Transition

Whole phases of her children's lives, these passions that had seemed to be their purest marrow, had faded away one after another. And character persisted.

was pretty upset about it. Getting used to all new everything was screwing with my head. Clothes, people, house. The one thing I could still count on was being an idiot. Now I was supposed to trash what little there was left of Demon and be smart. Would I still be me? And

It was hard to see where all this could possibly go when it melted.

the path of change is unpredictable.

Life could change with every breath.

Possibile che debba finire così? Saltuariamente - si sarà notato - accade di pensare: possibile che debba finire così? Io, di mio, era un po' che non lo pensavo. Avevo smesso di interrogarmi. Si scivola giù, senza accorgersi di molto, assordati dal dolore, ed è tutto.

Had I not known that I was dead already I would have mourned my loss of life. —last words of Ota Dokan, scholar of military arts and poet, 1486

Asian face and local language skills to handle the cash. I had just returned to the States from Vietnam, having left the military under a cloud, the origins of which I was able to understand only years later. My mother, the American half of the marriage, had just died; I had no brothers or sisters;

mutatis mutandis

It was quite a shock for me to discover that crime was so easy that it was boring. I reluctantly turned to scholarship.

The young man visiting the archeological site on Skraeling Island is the same fellow who at the end of the book encounters a stranger on the road to Port Famine, but also not.

The mistake is to assume that the way it feels at the moment is the way it will feel forever.

now I've deconverted. And I have to say, the deconversion process was not easy or pleasant. As I pointed out in an earlier chapter, I left the faith kicking and screaming.

Summer grasses, All that remains Of soldiers' dreams

I am shifting rivermist, not to be trusted.

Segretamente o no, è necessario divenire tutt'altro oppure cessare di essere.

And so thinking, she slipped not into sleep, but into that umbilical cord which connects sleeping and waking.

I never grew up all at once. I did it one place and another along the way.

We turn from all we know and all we fear.

College is always a time of change, I guess, the last major convulsion of childhood

But eventually, something will happen. Something always does. And when it does... I will come to Mother.

It's a wholly illogical but nonetheless powerful belief that things will change for the better in a new place; that the urge to self-destruct will magically disappear.

It was possible to graduate from passive to active, to take the thing that had once driven you nearly to madness as a neutral prize of no more than occasional academic interest.

Birth is nothing but death begun