Quotes About Departure

Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said. I don't want to be this way, but I have been since you left.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

I think I'll be moving on tomorrow," she said. "What for? Got anything better to do?" She shook her head. "No. But this isn't my bag. You know that. These cars don't make any noise." "Someday all cars won't make noise," he said.

You're getting two C-notes and a one-way ticket. Make sure you never come back this way." He jerked back on her finger. She screamed. "You broke it!" "Your friend don't want to hear from you again, no how, capiche?" She sobbed, dizzy, ready to pass out. "Now when I say no how, he don't want to hear from any lawyer, either. You capiche that?

None of these men stayed around very long, though neither Greening nor anyone else ever witnessed their departure. Strangely, every one of them left his trunk behind.

Adiós, querida niña! Las brillantes puertas eternas se han cerrado a tus espaldas; no veremos más tu dulce rostro. ¡Ay de los que hemos visto tu entrada en el cielo, cuando despertemos para encontramos a solas con las nubes grises de la vida cotidiana, pues tú te has marchado para siempre!».

Well, my relationship to America at the time I left was very limited.

That night after returning from the meeting I got further bad news. David told me he was resigning to go to England. He had met an attractive young British guest at the lodge, whom I noticed had kept extending her stay.

An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.

I was going to click my heels and go home, where life would be, as it is anywhere, a little bit dull Knasas, a little bit great and terrible Oz. I just wanted to stand here for a minute, first, and fix in my memory the life I wasn't choosing, the way Rajiv looked at me before I told him I was leaving, the cottonwood snow. Nathan watched me, an uncertain look on his perfectly, terribly familiar face. "Are you ready?" he said

carrying their suitcases.

They ate some of the rancid, pasty glop the airport coffee shop called food. Just because they had a captive clientele next to the departure gates was all the reason the food operators needed to overcharge people for food that, Macklin thought, probably violated the Geneva Conventions, or at least the constitutional strictures against cruel and inhuman punishment

Josephine caught my eye and gave me a signal we'd used for years to indicate that one of us had to leave. The signal was mouthing the words "I have to leave" and pointing at the door.

Bye bye doggie.

Ô Mort, vieux capitaine, il est temps! levons l'ancre! Ce pays nous ennuie, ô Mort! Appareillons! Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l'encre, Nos coeurs que tu connais sont remplis de rayons!

It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.

See you later." Phil held the elevator door for Candace and

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone. Only I wasn't alone. In fact, I knew I would never be alone again.

Suddenly I am crushed by the simplicity of it all: he is leaving.

But like Conrad's shipmates on the Narcissus, I never saw any of them again.

He Is Not Dead I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn For an old-time step, and the glad return, Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same. I say, He is not dead—he is just away.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of an heavy rain.

His departure gave Catherine the first experimental conviction that a loss may be sometimes a gain.