Quotes About Departure

I am disappearing maybe I am already gone.

You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

After she packed her few bags into the back of her car and hugged him, Rosalind never saw him again. After a few weeks it was like she'd never known him at all, like summer friendships she'd strike up as a child when the family stayed a few weeks at the beach or another city. The friendship was site specific. She couldn't miss it any more than she'd miss the Eiffel Tower in her backyard. It was where it belonged, somewhere in the past.

It was horribly difficult, she reflected, to have finally found the place you thought of as home, only to realize you were going to have to move on again.

It's the good-byes that are hard.

I felt it a week before we left, every time. And then of course, when the time came, I was never ready to leave. I wanted to stay forever.

I blink. "So you're leaving for good, then?" "Not for good. Just for now.

You're going, so take this contract back.

Because she is Margot, the girl with the maps and the travel books and the plans. Of course she would leave us one day.

So you're leaving for good, then?" "Not for good. Just for now.

I ran up to the front door, and I didn't have to turn around to know that Cam would wait until I was inside before he drove away.

I didn't look back. And right there, I felt it, the glow, the satisfaction of being the one who left first.

Um, I think they'll figure it out when he's not at the airport, Gogo." Gogo is my nickname for Margot. As in go-go boots.

In such haste was she and so impatient of delay that you would fancy her on the eve of her departure. As she was always ready, death could not find her unprepared.

You didn't have to say it was gone. It was gone before it got outta here. It was gonna that fast.

Maybe the reason you can never go home again is that, once you're back, you can never leave...

A hermit always longs for visitors, said Loring,until they come, and then he wishes them gone.

Odejít není vždy tak snadné, zvláÅ¡Å¥ když ?lovÄ›k s sebou musí vzít i své vlastní já.

Pasaulis niekada neatrodo toks gražus, kaip t? akimirk?, kaii j? paliekame, kai jums atima laisv?

Der Zug fährt langsam. Manchmal hält er an, und die Toten werden ausgeladen. Er hält oft.

Nikada se ne bi trebalo oti?i ili se nikada ne bi smelo vratiti.

Nikada se ne bi trebalo oti?i ili se nikada ne bi smelo vratiti; jer ionako se nikada ne na?e natrag i ostaje se u razdoru.

Mowrer and his family made it safely to Tokyo. His wife, Lillian, recalled her great sorrow at having to leave Berlin. "Nowhere have I had such lovely friends as in Germany," she wrote. "Looking back on it all is like seeing someone you love go mad—and do horrible things.

How easy it was to disappear: A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago.