Ecclesiastes

In my mind's eye, she would not leave the room to enter the new phase of her life. Thus, like a woman caught in Twilight Zone, she would remain stagnant or lost forever.
This very melancholy stage of our lives is richly embodied within the breathing veins of Ecclesiastes:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose underthe Heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.
A time to get, and a time to lose. . .