Quotes About Departure

Between a man and a woman, betrayal is not the ultimate sin. It is the withdrawal and departure from one another devoid of a decent just!

The amount of abhorrence that departs, that much of 'Pure Love' arises. When abhorrence goes away completely, then Pure Love arises in totality. This is the only way.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

Travelers we are, in this journey of memory. Aboard together we might, and get off at different times.Still, memory lingers.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

His huff arrived and he departed in it.

She's gone," he answered.

And soon they were rolling on again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them and was lost at last far down the road.

Unwinds didn't go out with a bang--they didn't even go out with a whimper. They went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

Then he left without paying the bill, because no bill was, or would ever be, brought to a scythe.

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel alone.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

When can I see you again?" "In 2 hours or tomorrow." I walked to the door. You walk like a poem," she said. "See you in 2 hours," I told her.

Of course, you leave afterwards or get very drunk which is the same thing.

when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.

is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything.

now they are celebrating my demise in taverns I no longer frequent.

It was a month or so later that Red's family moved. One day they were gone. Just like that.

Back then, he'd have to leave at the end of August for the start of school, so the week before Labor Day became it's own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded together.

It's good to know certain things: What's departed, in order to know what's left to come; That water's immeasurable and incomprehensible And blows in the air Where all that's fallen and silent becomes invisible; That fire's the light our names are carved in. That shame is a garment of sorrow; That time is the Adversary, and stays sleepless and wants for nothing; That clouds are unequal and words are.

Ungley had afforded Balaclava little enough diversion during his lifetime. Maybe he was atoning by departing in a fashion so much more dramatic than his lectures could ever have been.