Quotes About Departure

And then he was gone. Leaving nothing but the swish of the front door, and a mountain of possibilities in his wake.

I mention I'm going home, and I'm a star immediately! This used to happen with my boyfriends - as soon as I'd say, 'I gotta go home now,' they fell in love.

In September, I left the show. We were going through discussions and negotiations, and I had been on the show for about 11 years, and there were some things that I was asking for that I didn't feel were the moon or the stars.

Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it's started and leave before it's finished.

Memory runs by its own itinerary, departing and arriving at stations of the past on its own schedule.

When I left Liverpool, I could have stayed in England but that would have meant joining clubs that didn't play football - just a long-ball game.

The exit from medicine happened steadily, rather than suddenly.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

What of the faith and fire within usMen who march awayEre the barn cocks sayNight is growing gray,Leaving all that here can win us.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark

The anchor heaves, the ship swings free The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!

Then summer fades and passes, and October comes. Will smell smoke then, and feel an unsuspected sharpness, a thrill of nervous, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

The morning star always gets wonderful bright the minute before it has to go,—doesn't it?

Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners... Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths...and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

Suddenly she bent down and kissed his fingers and went quickly away. But he sat for a long time in the gathering clouds trembling with happiness and trying to penetrate into the meaning of these things.

when one departs to the other shore, One does so alone on foot, with no horses and no companions.

Everyone might as well say good-bye to them now, these two aren't coming back.

But then I thought: you left to leave. Staying in his ambience like this is stupid and it is lacerative.

The most lonely thing in the world is a soul when it is preparing to go on its far journey.

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

There was still plenty of time to spare when Çetin Efendi dropped my parents and me at the revolving doors, which were shaded by a canopy in the form of a flying carpet.

We have to go. I'm almost happy here.

The ship was there. It was there, and still there, unmoving, unchanged. And then it was gone.