Quotes About Departure

I am leaving. Where? Not where but whom. Whom? You.

I disappeared in her and she, wondering where I went, left.

Never seek to tell thy loveLove that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart;Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears—Ah, she doth depart.Soon as she was gone from meA traveler came bySilently, invisibly—Oh, was no deny.

Much did I rage when young,Being by the world oppressed,But now with flattering tongueIt speeds the parting guest.

The time of mourning for the departure of all earthly enjoyments is at hand. We shall see them, as Eglon's servants did their lord, fallen down dead before us, and weep be cause they are not.

He nodded, sagely, at the lot of us, and yawned; then glanced at the clock. "Out you go!" he said, in friendly fashion, using the recognised formula. "I want a sleep." We rose, shook him by the hand, and went out presently into the night and the quiet of the Embankment; and so to our homes.

little insurance in case you're inclined toward a different destination." In the Jeep, Cork followed No Voice back up the dirt track to the compound. The Arapaho and his grandson still stood in the shade of the outbuilding. Cork waved as he passed to let them know he bore them no ill will. They didn't respond, just stood watching as the two vehicles kicked up dust on their way out.

Students saw traditional religion as a point of departure rather than a place for answers.

Sometimes you only saw yourself clearly in the eyes of those you've left, and what you saw was a horror.

Since the departure of good old-fashioned entertainers the re-emergence of somebody who wants to be an entertainer has unfortunately become a synonym for camp. I don't think I'm camper than any other person who felt at home on stage, and felt more at home on stage than he did offstage.

The truth is, of course, that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

Never be the first to arrive at a party or the last to go home, and never, ever be both.

Asked why he thought Florian had left, Wolfgang Flür's reply was terse, but probably accurate: 'Too old, not necessary any more, enough money, especially no more flying: he was tired of all that. I think he should have done it earlier, much earlier.

In the end he slunk out of Normandy in December 1203, like a thief in the night.

Shouting "Ciao!" in the rosy middle-fucking-fingered dawn.

Après leur dernier échange, il était parti lentement. Sans faire de bruit. Aussi discret qu'un point-virgule dans un roman de huit cents pages.

C'était le moment de partir, de tout quitter, de respirer un peu, just pour survivre.

Se alejó, visiblemente en el mismo estado que aquel día de abril de 1992 en que vio una obra de Samuel Beckett en un teatro alternativo

i do not say 'good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in that. i believe against that.

i do not say 'good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in that. i believe against that.

Religion can be the enemy of God. It's often what happens when God, like Elvis, has left the building.

When I go, God's going to have to give up his favourite chair.

Sin is essentially a departure from God.

Thank God and Greyhound you're gone.