Quotes About Departure

I thought watching you leave was hard, but knowing you weren't coming back was harder.

If all there's left to do is walk away, then baby I'm as gone as yesterday.

Yeah, you're sorry. I'm sorry, everyone's sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't and I won't. I'm gone.

After all we've been through, you made it look so easy to just walk away from me, from us!

I hate the fact that I have to leave. But if I dont, I never will. Its time to move on. I have to move on.

Nothing is more heartbreaking than a loved one leaving you..what hurts more is that you don't know why she's leaving you..

When the time comes and you'll look for me, I won't be there anymore. Not because of you... But because I'm not stupid enough to stay.

This is the part in life where you have to let go, be strong and watch the one you thought loved, leave.

They don't miss you when you're gone, they miss you when you move on.

Sometimes people choose to leave not because of selfish reasons. But they just know that things will get worse if they stay.

You just walk in and out of my life while I'm trying hard to stay in yours.

An escapists' life is summarized by one word; RUN.

Those who leave our lives without permission are usually the ones who came into our lives without permission.

If I do this thing," he said, "it is the last I will ever do for you. Do not come begging again." "Father," I said, "I never will. I leave this place tomorrow." He would not ask where, he would not even wonder. So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

Onu sevseydim çoktan çekip gitmi? olurdu, oysa kaç?nmam tekrar tekrar geri dönmesine neden oluyordu.

A trumpet blows outside. Her hand goes to her cheek, swipes away tears. "Go," she whispers. "Please.

Give us both peace. Burn me and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades.

I think we must leave very soon, or else stay the winter." The window was open; the breeze passed over us. It was a trick of his, to set a sentence out like a plate on a table and see what you would put on it.

They hurried back to their ship, strained at their oars, eager to vanish over the horizon. I watched until the moment they winked out, like a snuffed flame.

The sailors dropped to their knees. I would not be able to bear it, I thought. I would seize him, hold him to me. But I only embraced him a final time, pressing hard as if to set him into my skin. Then I watched him take his place among them, stand upon the prow, outlined against the sky. The light darted silver from the waves. I lifted my hand in blessing and gave my son to the world.

It was easy to stay with them long and late, until I heard the creaking of the chariot, and the distant banging of bronze, and returned to greet my Achilles.

I see you're a man with ideals. I better be going before you've still got them.

think you overestimate the maturity of adults, he wrote me in his final letter, a letter he sent only after I'd broken down and written him first, after a year of silence. Angry and hurt as I may have been by his departure, his observation was undeniably correct. This slice of truth, offered in the final hour, ended up beginning a new chapter of my adulthood, the one in which I realized that age doesn't necessarily bring anything with it, save itself. The rest is optional.

She walks slowly. She wants to feel the prick, the push of every bit of gravel under her shoe. She wants to feel every scratch, every discomfort of this....her leaving walk.