Quotes About Departure

Be, beget, begone.

Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

I do feel it gone, But know not how it went

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Ready to go but never to return.

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. (2.2.17-19)

So farewell to the little good you bear me Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no.

Trip away; Make no stay

Il dardo omicida che è stato scoccato Non ha toccato terra; è la via più sicura E' quella di evitarne la caduta. Dunque, a cavallo. Non indugiamo in leziosi congedi: Prendiamo il volo. C'è onore nella fuga Di chi abbandona il luogo in cui s'è estinta ogni pietà

Good riddance to that wuthering height.

inclined his head and moved off slowly across the beach.

the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

When you're sorting yourself out, family are not often the ones you can turn to. They represent the place of departure and not the place of arrival.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion - it should be our next stop.

She looked beautiful. And sad. For she was leaving India, India of the heat and monsoons, of rice fields and the Cauvery River, of coastlines and stone temples, of bullock carts and colourful trucks, of friends and known shopkeepers, of Nehru Street and Goubert Salai, of this and that, India so familiar to her and loved by her.

We left Madras on June 21st, 1977, on the Panamanian-registered Japanese cargo ship Tsimtsum.