Quotes About Departure

JOHNNA: "This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends . . ." VIOLET:—and then you're gone, and then you're gone, and then you're gone, and then you're gone—

The missing aren't missing, they're only departed

All these new possibilities, so pleasing to contemplate on their own, had sent everyone's minds spinning, for every possibility came at a cost. Even a single departure spelled the end of the Society as they had known it, and each of its members felt a kind of horror at the prospect of being the first to open the door--the one responsible for ending what they had.

He says he wants to go back to Germany,' Nyasha confides. 'As soon as he's finished his doctorate,' she goes on, as though both completion of his research and departure are imminent. You realize she does not know Cousin-Brother-in-Law is mulling another thesis because he is no longer interested in his subject. You are surprised your in-law is behaving in the way you expect your own black men to do, first of all by being so indecisive and then by not telling his wife.

Winter, I believe that you're one of the best, bravest, truest dragons in Pyrrhia. I'll never be your enemy, no matter what you say. But go ahead and leave, if that's what you want." It

He had to get rid of her.

anything happens, you're leaving

I hate this kingdom," Foeslayer offered, pacing up and down the small room again. "Really," said Prudence drily. She was rolling blankets and packing their belongings, preparing for their departure in the morning. "That's surprising. You've been acting obnoxiously cheerful since we got here.

It'll just be Six-Claws from now on," he said. "I don't know your name." "Kindle," she said. "Let's go now, before anyone comes back.

We'll probably never see him again.

Good-bye, my dearest love, her thoughts whispered. And then … blackness rushed up toward him, enfolding him in its wings, and he was gone.

Kara do you love Brad?' All my heart.' Then how can you let him leave next year?' I guess love isn't enough sometimes.

At least you can say you were in on the last days of Morocco, he told her. How's your tea? Finished? I think we ought to be going.

Frijda made a very similar point when he said, "Grief often does not emerge when one is notified of death or departure; such notification consists only of words. Grief strikes when one comes home to the empty house.

To die is to depart, to go away from these things forever and become one with the generations that have preceded us since the beginning of time, a whispered memory in the bones and whiskers of the generations to come.

Why Brownlee left, and where he went, Is a mystery even now. For if a man should have been content It was him; two acres of barley, One of potatoes, four bullocks, A milker, a slated farmhouse. He was last seen going out to plough On a March morning, bright and early. By noon Brownlee was famous; They had found all abandoned, with The last rig unbroken, his pair of black Horses, like man and wife, Shifting their weight from foot to Foot, and gazing into the future.

No one ever came here; people just went away from it and never returned.

There is nothing shocking about leaving home, but rather, a slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past.

This is a triumphant mood for a long trip, just slipping out and not telling anyone, and fairly sure that no one will notice I've gone.

and that, in the end, the most interesting people always leave.

to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

With every farewell comes a hidden hope.

To die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.