Quotes About Departure

It's difficult to understand someone leaving Barca, with the best players in the world.

It was the best job I ever had. I just left because my whole team was leaving and the new guys were coming.

The thing about leaving New York is that you can come back.

I always say, it's better to be asked why you're leaving, rather than when you're leaving.

If my life hadn't itself been a modern adaptation of 'Les Atrides,' I probably would never have left the theatre.

Well, my relationship to America at the time I left was very limited.

Nobody told me to leave Liverpool. I didn't run away from Liverpool.

I'm done with 'Biggest Loser.'

There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.

My lowest point in football? Probably leaving United.

Even if me and my manager Willi Weber would find it hard to leave behind our friends at BMW, there's a chance it could happen.

I have friends in Manchester, some of them go to the away games with United and they were sad when I left to go on loan.

Leaving Manchester United? That was not complicated.

I love living in Manhattan, but every time I leave, I say that I'm so happy I'm leaving.

Chrestomanci smiled and swept out of the room like a very long procession of one person.

She realized Howl was going out then. "You'll make your cold worse," she said. "I shall die and then you'll all be sorry," the red-bearded man said, and went out through the door with the knob green-down.

No conviene encariñarse con los personajes secundarios. No es su historia. Vienen, se van, y una vez que se han ido ya no vuelven. Eso es todo.

All I really want to write about is what happened just before he left. But if I let myself start with that I might forget some of the things which came first. And every word he said is of deepest value to me.

Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all be left. Because I am here and where. And I will go or not or never. And I have seen what I will see. If I am where I will be. Because nothing comes between me.

and the man and the chair went different ways.

No, no, no, no. Who are you? What is this? Don't leave. They're leaving. They've left.

a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room.

As I stood with her on the platform - she impatient, tapping her foot, leaning forward to look down the tracks - it seemed more than I could bear to see her go. Francis was around the corner, buying her a book to read on the train. 'I don't want you to leave,' I said. 'I don't want to, either.' 'Then don't.' 'I have to.' We stood looking at each other. It was raining. She looked at me with her rain-colored eyes. Camilla, I love you,' I said. 'Let's get married.

had something to say? At any rate. We left our rooms pretty much