Quotes About Departure

He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start.

And he couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

Curiously, the darkness seemed to have something to do with Harriet, Ron's intended, and I thought for a time that it was simply the reality of Harriet's arrival that had dramatized the passing of time: we had been talking about it and now suddenly it was here — just as Brenda's departure would be here before we knew it.

He couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

Ma poi un piccolo, silenzioso, educato, profumato, ordinatissimo sistema di nuovi segnali mi ha in qualche modo sparato alla testa. Con le parole e le lacrime lei mi ha amputato qualcosa. Io le avevo donato la mia più intima importanza, e il suo autobus è ripartito, lasciando una qualche parte fondamentale di me dentro di lei come il pungiglione di un'ape. Adesso l'unica cosa che voglio è salire in macchina e andarmene molto lontano, a sanguinare».

Death leaves trails of mutes.

I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

I will be the one to leave you.

The fewer connections you have to the world, the easier it is to leave.

want to see you, but I'm not sure if we should do that. I want to hear about what's going on, but I'm afraid that will only start everything again. I love you—I do—but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

he's walking away and at the same time i feel like i'm the one leaving him behind.

Everybody wonders why he disappeared. I wonder why he came back.

There were only two options—something was wrong with everyone else, or something was wrong with me. Because either they were tricking themselves into thinking there was a tomorrow together, or I was the only person who was leaving.

Because toward the end all the words started leaving. Except for the ones that had to lock up at the end of the night.

Maybe I'm better like this. Maybe I could live my life in my own world, and then simply leave it when it's time to go.

Jerk, v. "This has to stop," I say. "You have to stop hurting me. I can`t take it. I really can`t take it." "I know you can`t take it," you say. "But is that really my fault?" I try to convince myself that it`s the alcohol talking. But alcohol can`t talk. It just sits there. It can`t even get itself out of the bottle. "It is your fault," I tell you. But you have already left the room.

I gotta go. The gingerbread men are on fire.

Maybe I'm better like this. Maybe I could live my life in my own world, and then simply leave it when it's time to go.

I never want to stay. I'm always ready to leave.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. No matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, its going to leave you

It gives me some satisfaction to know that my departure will become somebody else's good luck

He is, he thinks, almost ready to leave this place behind forever. Almost eager, in fact. Almost.

At the age of eight or nine, Richard Brautigan once returned home from school and found that his entire family had moved away without a word.

I'd wish then that I could afford to go to the ticket counter and buy a seat on the next plane back to where I'd come from.