Quotes About Departure

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.

Sometimes leaving is the only thing you can do.

Deberías de sentir lástima por él, hijo. Mañana nos iremos, pero él tendrá que convivir consigo mismo hasta el día de su muerte.

Does anyone object to me leaving?

A veces lo único que puedes hacer es marcharte.

Vahel on lahkumine ainus, mida sa teha saad.

That is death. A disappearing act.

He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as if he were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he wasn't there anymore.

As the book progresses, it takes on a more and more unstable character — filled with unpredictable associations and departures, marked by increasingly rapid shifts in tone — until you reach a point where you feel the whole thing being to levitate, to rise ponderously off the ground like some gigantic weather balloon. By the last chapter, you've traveled so high up into the air, you realize that you can't come down again without falling, without being crushed.

Modernity exists in the form of a desire to wipe out whatever came earlier, in the hope of reaching at least a point that could be called a true present, a point of origin that marks a new departure.

walked off to his car. He

The sun had awakened with a grudge against the world and no one was sorry to see it go.

They parted ways when they reached the stage road.

go hence without day.

party. I'm long gone from that scene.

Mon âme pour d'affreux naufrages appareille.

It is odd how, when you have announced that you are leaving, it is as if you are already gone, even if your physical departure still lies months away. People begin to erase you from their minds, and you walk the halls with a feeling of growing transparency.

I've left Bethlehem and I feel free... I've left the girl I was supposed to be and some day I'll be born.

Women like Joe. They fall for him in that between-trains way.

Without any further ceremony, Denys tipped his hat to me, and then the two men moved off down the road, turning a corner and passing out of sight. They might have been headed to another party, or to white steeds waiting to whisk them off to an enchanted palace. I would have believed a magic carpet as well, or any storybook ending. They were that lovely, and now they were gone. —

His departure had been months and months in coming, and still I wasn't nearly ready.

A red-jacketed porter hurried by me with a heavy steamer trunk, and I felt a rushing up of memory. At four, I had stared at the shrinking train that carried my mother away, black smoke rising, distance between us stretching by the moment.

turned down all the lamps and padded to my room in the dark. Soundlessly, I packed my few things quickly and was on my way before midnight.

Then the rudder and elevator finally come to life, swinging her nose up, and she's left the earth—arrow straight. A butterfly after all.