Quotes About Departure

Every time you leave, I feel as if less of you returns to me.

Away, away, you shall fly away, O'er the peaks and vales To the lands beyond. Away, away, you shall fly away, And never return to me. Gone! Gone you shall be from me, And I will never see you again. Gone! Gone you shall be from me, Though I wait for you evermore.

Death comes for the dead.

perché aveva scritto che alla stazione di Torino due treni diretti s'incrociavano: l'uno in partenza, e l'altro in arrivo. La sua descrizione pareva stolidamente ridondante. Ma, a ripensarci bene, l'annotazione non è così ridondante come appare a prima vista. Dov'è che due treni che s'incrociano non ripartono entrambi dopo essere arrivati?

A departure can feel like a desertion, a judgement on the place and people left behind.

That was the best time. The last day, the day of leaving. It was a good journey. It became different at the other end.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.

Et ces deux âmes, sÅ"urs tragiques, s'envolèrent ensemble, l'ombre de l'une mêlée à la lumière de l'autre.

At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.

partir,c'est mourir un peu...

At the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of Heaven fills those who are quitting the light of Earth.

That great little soul had taken flight.

Point of departure: matter; point of arrival: the soul.

When one is at the end of one's life, to die means to go away; when one is at the beginning of it, to go away means to die.

He resolved to leave the convent.

Quelle minute funèbre que celle où la société s'éloigne et consomme l'irréparable abandon d'un être pensant !

L'enfant, comme clou sur la roche que la marée haute commençait à baigner, regarda la barque s'éloigner. On eût dit qu'il comprenait. Quoi? Que comprenait-il? L'ombre.

locking up the house—their home—and driving away. The only slightly good news was that they weren't selling it. Someday, Dad promised, they'd return. The big things—furniture, art

sex could mean many things; one of them was good-bye.

She stood in the hallway, watching him walk away from her. Near the end of the corridor, he merged into the white-clad

Elsa stared at Rose for as long as she could, memorizing everything about her, but at last, she had no choice. It was time to leave this place, this woman, this home

I am thinking of how it will feel when he leaves, and I am sure the same thought occupies his mind. With a sigh, he reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a stack of envelopes. The sigh is in place of words, a breath of transition. In it, I hear that moment where I go from one life to another. In this new, pared-down version of my life, I am to be cared for by my son instead of vice versa.

Had she learned nothing in life? People left. She knew that. They especially left her.