Quotes About Departure

It wasn't that easy to leave your established home, the place made sacred by the graves of your parents, and move on to who knew where.

Esta es la verdadera gloria, wanax Odiseo; el llanto de quien nos ama cuando dejamos este mundo.

and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.

At the Konya bus station

The sound of Kiser's departing car had hardly died away before Romey with a stony glint in the depths of his eyes asked, "Mary Call, how long is temporary?" I said, "Romey, there is the dictionary over there. It's smarter than I am. Ask it.

People join companies. They leave managers.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

They gave me eyes. All of you are beautiful; you shine like stars. But I must go away with them.

I'm called away by particular business - but I leave my character behind me

So," I said at last, staring at my hands. "How's, uh, your car?" "I left it out on the street. Figured it'll be fine there while I'm gone.

... I looked through the car's rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny dry sponge.

put the car in "d" set the compass to "n" and get the "f"out of there

Ils partiront. Ils abandonneront tout. Ils fuiront. Rien n'aura su les retenir

I can go at any time now. -Arnie tells Becky

But don't expect me at your funeral.

Robert Louis Stevenson, sung by Bryn Terfel: Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.

The first thing to depart in mental illness is the familiar. And what takes its place is bad news because not only can you not understand it, you also cannot communicate it to other people. The madman experiences something, but what it is or where it comes from he does not know.

Once, he thought, I would have seen the stars. Years ago. But now it's only the dust; no one has seen a star in years, at least not from Earth. Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

tunelessly through closed teeth. I had a true wife but I left her ... oh, oh, oh. The jeep skidded to a halt

You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and start packing their things and you say, "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to.

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, 'Come along o' me, it's time.

conscious only of his movement upward, the last of Lee Scoresby passed through the heavy clouds and came out under the brilliant stars, where the atoms of his beloved dæmons, Hester, were waiting for him.

Whatever happened behind now was simply that: behind. Lyra had left it. She felt she was leaving the world altogether, so remote and intent she was, so high they were climbing, so strange and uncanny was the light that bathed them.

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, come along o' me, it's time. It might happen when you're sick with a fever, or when you choke on a piece of dry bread, or when you fall off a high building; in the middle of your pain and travail, your death comes to you kindly and says easy now, easy, child, you come along o' me, and you go with them in a boat out across the lake into the mist. What happens there, no one knows. No one's ever come back.