Quotes About Departure

I'm an angel! Goodbye! In this self-complacent conviction she departed.

I must go in. The fog is rising.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

We never know we go,—when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more.

After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.

If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair

The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone. - Letters 1857 to Dr and Mrs Holland pg 171

Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me

Underscoring all of this is Leo—his constant presence in my mind, along with the troubling realization that I deeply associate him with the city and vice versa. So much so, in fact, that leaving New York feels an awful lot like leaving him.

The feeling of leaving, even when you don't want to. The feeling that sometimes things just can't be fixed.

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.

We lost the crickets.

It is not your concern by what means something returns to the Source from which it came.

Le veritable voyage consiste toujours en la confrontation d'un imaginaire a une realite: il se situe entre ces deux mondes. Une secrete melancolie s'attache aux etres que l'on quitte apres les avoir beaucoup aimes.

We have always believed it good to leave a place before it leaves you.

Her quiet hands, filling up boxes, inviting all the silence to finally leave the room.

To those who view the voyage of life from the port of departure the bark that has accomplished any considerable distance appears already in close approach to the farther shore.

Moi je ne suis allé nulle part, c'est le pays qui est parti.

The last time I saw Kate she was crossing a street, the day before I left town. I turned my head and pretended not to notice her doing the same thing. These are the daily lies that she and I have lived. And the biggest lie of all is that I am here. What kind of a friend am I?

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.

That's where they'd gone right after the train station, where Malcolm (Malcolm!) had poured his bloody heart out and begged Owen not to leave. Bed. There would be time to hammer out the details later

There's nothing good about a goodbye. It's a very poorly named ritual. It was a bad-bye... a very bad-bye!

Le plus beau présent de la vie est la liberté qu'elle vous laisse d'en sortir à votre heure.