Quotes About Transition

Let the dead bury the dead, this time.

We cannot make another person change his or her steps to an old dance, but if we change our own steps, the dance no longer can continue in the same predictable pattern. 4.

When I found I had crossed that line, I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything.

It is only in the dance between chaos and order that life progresses.

the whole point of the Link; one item must lead you to the next.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

In everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive.

Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.

When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.

We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.

The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

No matter how quiet and conformist a person's life seems, there's always a time in the past when they reached an impasse. A time when they went a little crazy. I guess people need that sort of stage in their lives.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

Things can be seen better in the darkness, he said, as if he had just seen into her mind. But the longer you spend in the dark, the harder it becomes to return to the world aboveground where the light is

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.

You know what girls are like. They turn twenty or twenty-one and all of a sudden they start having these concrete ideas. They get super realistic. And when that happens, everything that seemed so sweet and lovable about them begins to look ordinary and depressing.

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

Whether you want to or not. But the place you return to is always slightly different from the place you left. That's the rule. It can never be exactly the same." A

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.