Judith Viorst Quotes

Moving on is easy what your leaving behind is what makes it hard.

This is why we give up on things that break our heart because it requires change.

If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We can grieve our lost loves, our lost youth, our lost health, our lost capacities. This is part of our humanness, part of the expression of our love for life.

You go through all the emotions when you're told to move on.

However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.

You cry tears when a man leaves you at any age - it doesn't matter whether you are 20 or 60.

Breaking with old friends is one of the most painful of the changes in all that piling up of a multitude of small distasteful changes that constitutes growing older.

Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.

I didn't know I would cry when I actually cut my hair, but I felt empty when something kept dropping and disappearing.

Each forward step we take we leave some phantom of ourselves behind.

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.

Getting to the next level always requires ending something, leaving it behind, and moving on. Growth demands that we move on. Without the ability to end things, people stay stuck, never becoming who they are meant to be, never accomplishing all that their talents and abilities should afford them.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

Every time you see him, you only make yourself vulnerable to further heartache. Do you really need further proof that he's getting on with his life without you?

To grow old is to lose everything.

One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].

I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side I guess it's going to break me down, Like fallin when you try to fly, Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye

The dream is over. I gotta get down to reality. The good old days is garbage.

There is no metaphor for death. All comparisons are odious, but I'll do one anyway. We all have these moments of harsh clarity where we realize that something is gone, whether that is youth, whether that is someone we care about, whether that is where we literally lose someone we care about to death. Or we end a relationship that we thought would last forever, or have one ended for us. We all have these moments in life where it seems impossible to fill up the time that we have left for us, and yet we have to do it somehow.

If you have to go away,' she said,'is it absolutely necessary to kill off everything you leave behind? I mean do you have to take away everything?

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.