Quotes About Transition

she was wishing that whatever stage of her life she was in now could be got through quickly, for it was seeing to her interminable. If life had to be looked at in terms of high moments. or peaks, then nothing had happened to her for a long time; snd she could look forward to nothing much but a dwindling away from full household activity into getting old

My heart broke all over again. I wanted my life back, my mama, but I knew I would never have that. The child I had been was gone with the child she had been. We were new people, and we didn't know each other anymore. I shook my head desperately.

Growing up was like falling into a hole.

The board is clearing. The old game is almost played, and the pieces broken.

He is not going to come back now, for me, for you or for anyone. This time he has found the boatman, and the boatman has taken him over.

It was hard to say therefore why he did not go below, and rally his brother, and encourage him to let the past fade, and look forward to what lay before him. Unless, in his heart of hearts he recognized as Lymond did that what lay around him were shut gates; and what lay before him was nothing.

He said something, and became aware that he was expected to leave. He felt like a dog, he thought, whose master had died. He left the house, but did not remember the journey to Fenchurch Street.

If I did not know how to live, I shall know how to die.

The moment is past. The chessboard has gone; and the people. You must let me take the room from you too.

If life was like a body of water, she had asked that she be allowed to walk again in its shallows; instead she had been abruptly seized by strong currents and pushed into deep water.

But this was exactly the age, she thought, when life ought to be spent, not hoarded. There had been enough years of comfortable living, and complacency was nothing but delusion. One could not always change the world, she felt, but one could change oneself.

February was sobbing and blustering its lachrymose way into March

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.

I don't know, she said. We used to squabble a lot when we were going together and then engaged and everything, but I thought everything would be so different as soon as you were married. And now I feel so sort of strange and everything. I feel so sort of alone.

This isn't my head I've got on now. I think this is something that used to belong to Walt Whitman.

Relationships do not remain static and what might have been satisfying to them both in the past sufficed no longer.

There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.

Let the past hold on to itself and let the present move forward into the future.

I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I've ended up where I needed to be.

Trying to predict the future is a mug's game. But increasingly it's a game we all have to play because the world is changing so fast and we need to have some sort of idea of what the future's actually going to be like because we are going to have to live there, probably next week.

As soon as Mr. Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it.

It's not so much an afterlife' Said Arthur, 'more a sort of apres vie