Quotes About Departure

How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much lo

Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.

Through a veil of tears I watched the city get smaller and smaller. It was funny, because it sort of felt as if my heart was doing the same thing.

Some might say it was lack of love –I would say it was out of love.

If bye is meant to be separation, why do people say good bye.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would

I loved you when I left you.

It's time to leave, though i've never really been arrived.

Before you leave me again, tell me, so I can let you know if I'm ready to watch you go...

It's the same old story. A man came like the beautiful wind, left like a destructive storm.

The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.

That's the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn't it? We always have so many questions.

When people leave this Earth, their loved ones always weep." She smiled. "But I promise you, those who leave do not.

I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You give me back upon departure. I

but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

so by making the promise he demanded she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

I found it ironic; children and the elderly were meant to be sent away from impending battles, but in our case it was the fittest and brightest who were leaving, those who in the past would have been most expected to remain.

that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

There is no more Angel!

let this be our beautiful departure from stagnation; let our minds come alive; enter another dimension; go beyond the stars eagerly struggling to find that... which our naked eyes did not know existed; rise like a falcon born to soar and not be alone but be present amongst others.