Quotes About Departure

It came to me then, like a chilly draught from an unseen gap, that I had always known in my deepest heart that it would be like this, a slipping away from a life full of people I had come to love, in a place I had helped to shape, in a land I had helped to free.

For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.

But already ships were vanishing over the horizon and I was left behind, in this world of ours full of responsibilities and will-o'-the-wisps.

Irene is a name for a city in the distance, and if you approach, it changes. For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene. — Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino

Ba???la beni efendimiz: er geç o r?ht?ma ç?kaca??m ku?kusuz," der Marco, "ama dönüp sana anlatamayaca??m onu. Böyle bir kent var, ve de basit bir s?rr? var: yaln?z gidi?leri bilir, dönü?leri bilmez.

Ma già le navi stano scomparendo all'orizzonte e io rimasi qui, in questo nostro mondo pieno di responsabilità e di fuochi fatui.

I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't you feel even worse.

The myths have always condemned those who "looked back." Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.

Nooooooooo!" "Don't gooooooooo!" As much as I hate to use the L word, we all love Mr. Granite. We didn't want him to leave. "Mr. Granite has been teaching at our school for a long time," said Mr. Klutz to the aliens. "Why are you suddenly showing up now?" Good question. That's why Mr. Klutz is the principal. "We do apologize for our lateness," said one of the Mr. Granites.

This last mute touch that lingers is farewell.

As students of the silver screen recall, Bogart's admonition about future regret led Bergman to board the plane and fly away with her husband. Had she stayed with Bogey in Casablanca, she would probably have felt just fine. Not right away, perhaps, but soon, and for the rest of her life.

Okay" (final words from flight 383)

I'm desperate to play Champions League football, and that's why I have to leave Villa.

The Pawnee chief had left the village the day after the doctor arrived, with 50 or 60 horses and many people, and had taken his course to the north of our route.

Vine messed up - they let their top creators leave the app.

When a fortune comes without calling, it's apt to leave without asking.

Come now, Olivia, where's your sense of humor?" Jack asked. "It made a hasty departure when you entered my life.

It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.

her parents had no way of telling her she was going away to school.

So as not to be murdered twice over. "Other times," I continued, "I believe we love them too much. And as a consquence they are never free to depart, because we carry them, our most deeply beloved, within ourselves. Never dead, never silent, never appeased.

The departure of our boys to foreign parts with the ever-present possibility that they might never return, taught the real value of photography to every father and mother. To many a mother the photograph of her boy in his country's uniform was the one never-failing consolation.

Maria Elena, the nanny Noelle known since birth, had headed off to a new job in Calgary.

When senior officers start shooting each other, it's time to leave," said Gamache. "I'm sure it's somewhere in the regulations.

Not lost, but gone before.