Quotes About Departure

Pearl, my darling," her mother said. "I'm so sorry. It's time to go." She took Mia's hand, and Pearl, uprooted, came free and followed her mother back to the car.

He never completed the sentence, but in his imagined future, he floated away, untethered.

What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.

The sound of his car as it whines out of the driveway, then speeds away, has the ring of finality; all of them hear it. Silence settles over the house like ash.

The same place people went when they died, where everything went: on, away, out of your life.

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via.

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via. Un paese vuol dire non essere soli, sapere che nella gente, nelle piante, nella terra c'è qualcosa di tuo, che anche quando non ci sei resta ad aspettarti" -La luna e i falò-

They exit one by one, or sometimes two by two. You scatter pieces of them on the snow in the woods and then run away as fast as you can, and then you turn and run back towards them, once they're beyond your reach.

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.

We (that's my ship and I) took off rather suddenly. We had a report somewhere around 4 o'clock in the afternoon before that the weather would be fine, so we thought we would try it.

O Death, old captain, it is time! raise the anchor!

Close the door by leaving." Close the mouth by dying ... ("Ferme la porte en partant." - Ferme la bouche en mourant ...)

Death is a good Hotel : you are a guest at any Time. (Un bon hôtel est la mort. Elle nous accueille à toute heure)

Death is the word that kills all the words. (La mort est un mot - Qui tue tous les mots)

He's a-going out with the tide.

You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

We'll start to forget a place once we left it

On the eve of long voyages or an absence of many years, friends who are tenderly attached will seperate with the usual look, the usual pressure of the hand, planning one final interview for the morrow, while each well knows that it is but a poor feint to save the pain of uttering that one word, and the meeting will never be. Should possibilities be worse to bear than certainties?

I have often remarked- I suppose everybody has- that one's going away from a familiar place, would seem to be the signal for a change in it.

Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever Book the First—Recalled

Now, I know I'm going to break your hearts, but I am forced to leave you. You must call up all your fortitude, and try to bear it... "Bob swore!" - as the Englishman said for "Good night", when he first learnt French, and thought it so like English. "Bob swore," my ducks!" (Chapter XXII)

It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper, the black-eyed, who looked on steadfastly, contained herself at this crisis, and, until the subsequent departure of Mrs. Chick. But the nursery being at length free of visitors, she made herself some recompense for her late restraint.

If, any sunny forenoon, she had spread a little pair of wings and flown away before my eyes, I don't think I should have regarded it as much more than I had had reason to expect.