Quotes About Departure

The time of my departure is here. Place your hand gently on the soil beside my own, and feel the rumble of the earth beneath. The power of a thousand thousands is coming... evil warriors fighting against the Noble One. Here I stand with Him. Take up your sword and come with me, for the Prince is calling. And if you do not go... who will?

This water is cool and clean as anything I have ever tasted; it tastes of my father leaving, of him never having been there, of having nothing after he was gone.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

As my wise friend Didi has more than once observed about life's passages, every departure entails an arrival elsewhere, every arrival implies a departure from afar.

She was sitting there in her little housedress. He knew she'd done what she could to avoid becoming luminous and unattainable. Timidly and with respect, he was looking at her. He'd grown older, weary, curious. But he didn't have a single word to say. From the open doorway he saw his wife on the sofa without leaning back, once again alert and tranquil, as if on a train. That had already departed.

Sou o resultado de ter ouvido uma voz quente no passado e de ter descido do trem quase antes dele parar — a pressa é inimiga da perfeição e foi assim que corri para a cidade perdendo logo a estação e a nova partida do trem e seu momento privilegiado que desperta espanto tão dolorido que é o apito do trem, que é adeus.

Meu impulso de todos os momentos é ir embora.

Adiós. No, quien viaja por la noche solo mira por la ventana y no dice adiós.

I had to leave Paris the next morning. As always I would wonder why and start counting the days before I could go back. And then lose count and be lost again in the life that, by some strange twist of fate, I lived somewhere else. Au revoir Paris. Bonjour tristesse.

It is the unseen, unforgettable, ultimate accessory of fashion that heralds your arrival and prolongs your departure.

There was always a big party on the night before anyone left for the States. They called it an American wake, because the whole community stayed up to keep the emigrants company through their last night on the island, just as they would have bidden farewell to a soul beginning the long journey towards eternity. There was almost no chance that anyone present would ever see the departed again

I have trespassed upon your time too long. I will take my departure with a thousand thanks for your amibility. Not at all. I wish you would have had a bannana. You are most amiable

It takes, on average, three years from the time a person decides to leave the company until the day he or she walks out the door. Those are not good or productive years.

If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.

Man hat es leichter, wenn man selber weg muß, die Angst wegträgt, und das Glück da läßt, und vom anderen erwartet wird. Zu Hause sitzen und warten dehnt die Zeit zum Zerreißen und treibt die Angst auf die Spitze.

Of this bad world the loveliest and the bestHas smiled and said "Good Night," and gone to rest.

Once the queen's head is severed, he walks away.

he leaves the church, Henry puts on his hat. It is a big hat, a new hat. And in that hat there is a feather.

Amy Weitz had said that the dead seem to hang around for a while, as if to guide and comfort us, and then slowly disappear into an unapproachable distance. How did we let them go?

Since no one loves me, I'll go.

It's not what you think," Vince said from the mouth of the hall. He didn't turn, so she couldn't even try to interpret his expression. The humor had left his voice, though. "Oh, yeah?" she called after him. "Then why are you leaving?" "Because it's worse.

Randalin rushes toward the door, nearly running into Heather in his haste. He blinks at her in astonishment, clearly not prepared for the presence of a second mortal. Then he departs, avoiding even a glance in my direction. 'Big horns,' Heather mouths, looking after him. 'Little dude.' Cardan leans against the doorframe, looking very satisfied with himself.

Gazing at her for a long moment with something like horror, as though he was seeing her for the first time, he spoke. "You are more dangerous than daybreak." Before Tana could reply, he stepped into the lengthening shadows of morning and was gone.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.