Quotes About Departure

At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. "Farewell" is not the word you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by two oversize mice in black hoods... "Farewell" is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

Mig watched her father walk away, the red table cloth billowing out behind him. He left his daughter. And, as you already know, he did not look back. Not even once.

If you have not left your home in the middle of the night without even giving it a backward glance; if you have not left your cat and your friends and also a one-eyed dog named Buddy without getting to tell any of them good-bye; if you have not stood on the side of the road in Georgia, somewhere just past the irrevocable state line, and waited for someone to come along and give you a ride, well, then you cannot understand the desperation that was in my heart that day.

She had run away from home plenty of times, but that was when she was only a kid. It wasn't running away this time, she figured. It was leaving.

Snow fell and the last traces of men were covered with a thick, white blanket. The people of Hunor and Magyar had left the headlands of wild Altain-Ula forever. The snowcapped peaks had looked at their coming and going with indifference; in twelve moons they had forgotten them. To the everlasting mountains they meant no more than the passing of dry leaves blown by the wind.

The leaving happened slowly, gradually, as these things do, and before we knew it, we were lost to each other, as if a magician had whisked a cloth off the table, leaving the dishes there, jolted. And when we looked back it was all a blur, time on fast forward, hurtling to an inevitable conclusion.

Yes, I do love my husband. I didn't at first. I didn't at first for a long time. When I left Darlington Hall all those years ago, I never realized I was really, truly leaving. I believe I thought of it as simply another ruse, Mr. Stevens, to annoy you. It was a shock to come out here and find myself actually married. For a long time, I was very unhappy, very unhappy indeed.

Resolved not to waste further time on account of this childish affair, I contemplated departure via the french windows.

and before I knew it, I was saying my goodbyes.

Yeah," I said. "Gone to Norfolk.

We're going to be leaving here soon. It's not like a game any more. We've got to think carefully.

Then she continued to walk away.

Q: How far will he travel? A: He will travel so far, he will never come home again. His feet will never touch the ground, not for the rest of his life. He will never see his family again. He will never see the cannon again, but for the rest of his life, he will dream of her round, fixed, roaring black mouth.

He put on his coat and hat. Then he returned to the kitchen. He kissed his mother and embraced his father. "What's this for?" said his father. "You're only going to work." "It's just in case we never meet again," Volodya said. Then he went out.

Habéis estado demasiado tiempo aquí sentado para el bien que habéis hecho. Marchad, os digo, y libradnos de vos. ¡En el nombre de Dios, marchad!».

Grigori não conseguiu se forçar a acenar de volta. Virou as costas e foi embora.

In dog philosophy it is always better to go somewhere than to be left behind.

Grigori besó el billete. Se moría de ganas de marcharse. Era como un sueño

he might never enter this house again. Coming

Pierre took his parcel and left. Now the shop contained only one customer.

Never read the Bible as if it means something. Or at any rate don't try and mean it. Nor prayers. The liturgy is best treated and read as if it's someone announcing the departure of trains.

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

We who are left behind watch you on your way. The long prison of the years unlocks its' iron doors..go free now, into the beautiful land. Forgive us who suffer in this clouded world. Guide us and wait for us, as we wait for you. We will meet again. We will meet again.

Something else," he told Atkins. He stood with his nose an inch away from the sergeant's, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his coat. "What does Lucifer mean?" "Light Bearer." "And what is the stuff of the universe?" "Energy." "What is energy's commonest form?" "Light." "I know." And with that, the detective walked away, listing slowly through the squad room and down the stairs. He didn't come back.