Quotes About Transition

I walked up the stairs and hesitated at the open door.

I had changed, and gone on changing, but I did not fully remember how it had begun, or understand why.

I'm mostly faking it, but I'm moving forward. That's what we're supposed to do, right? Nothing stays the same.

She breathed, she walked through her house and knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Sometimes life was hard, she thought, walking across the grass to be with her friends. Just when you least expected it, you had to start over. There was pain in that, but also satisfaction. With or without her wanting it to, life moved on. And she would, too.

Three months ago she'd been in Los Angeles. Her husband had walked into their tiny bathroom while she'd been brushing her teeth and had announced he was leaving her for another woman. He was in love and he was leaving. What Jenna remembered most was standing in that cramped space wondering when she was supposed to spit. At what point in that kind of confession was it polite or expected for her to lean over the sink, spit and rinse?

For many of them, turning eighteen meant aging out of the foster-care system. They could find themselves with nowhere to live and no support system.

I didn't know about foster kids aging out of the system. There should be a better plan than simply tossing a foster child out when they turn eighteen, even if they're not done with high school.

Maybe this would be a good time to look in another direction and hum the Jeopardy

Maybe this would be a good time to look in another direction and hum the Jeopardy! theme until the need passes.

I'm saying you're comfortable. That makes it hard to do the work that change requires.

You think you have a view of what's waiting for you just up the road, but then something happens, and you find out pretty quick you were looking at the wrong road.

So she attended classes which were throughly altered now, as. if a water wash had brushed over everything, streaking lines, and pulling the color out. Grief turned out to be slow moving. Situations which at another time would be anxious-making were far less so now. What did anything matter? What could possibly be worrisome. She would therefore, have been less nervous than usual to walk with Mr. Tower to his car.

You can not live at all if you do not learn to adapt yourself to your life as it happens to be.

Life is a movie; death is a photograph.

We are told we must choose — the old or the new. In fact, we must choose both. What is a life if not a series of negotiations between the old and the new? [ Speech upon being awarded the Friedenspreis des Deutschen Buchhandels (Peace Prize of the German Book Trade) , Frankfurt Book Fair, October 12, 2003]

Feeling of discontinuity as a person. My various selves—how do they all come together? And anxiety at moments of transition from one "role" to another. Will I make it fifteen minutes from now? Be able to step into, inhabit the person I'm supposed to be? This is felt as an infinitely hazardous leap, no matter how often it's successfully executed.

I took a trip to see the beautiful things. Change of scenery. Change of heart. And do you know? What? They're still there. Ah, but they won't be there for long. I know. That's why I went. To say goodbye. Whenever I travel, it's always to say goodbye.

Palmira. She's like an apparition floating unknowingly into her future,' I said. 'Here for too brief a time.

It's hard to leave a dream behind if you don't have a new one to move toward.

Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn't know were parched.

In the end, it is important to remember that we cannot become what we need to be, by remaining what we are. —Max De Pree

There can be no fooling ourselves into thinking this is something other than what it is—the willful ejection of Molly from our nest. It's too late for second thoughts, anyway. She has to be moved into her dorm in time for freshman orientation. It's been marked on the kitchen calendar for weeks—the expiration date on her childhood.

Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.