Quotes About Departure

At sunset the little soul that had come with the dawning went away, leaving heartbreak behind it

All testing, all confirmation and disconfirmation of a hypothesis takes place already within a system. And this system is not a more or less arbitrary and doubtful point of departure for all our arguments: no, it belongs to the essence of what we call an argument. The system is not so much as the point of departure, as the element in which arguments have their life.

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We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.

When we pushed away from the moorings various parents waved from the porch and others clustered on the dock. We rushed, worried that they'd betray us with last-minute asinine chitchat. Sure enough, one dimwit yelled: "Did you remember your inhaler?" (Two of us were asthmatics.) "Shut up! Shut up!" we implored, hands over ears. None of us wanted to see a man go down that way. "And what about the EpiPens?" shouted the low-status mother.

I SLEPT LATE the next morning because I'd woken up every time Jack tossed or turned, worried I'd given him nightmares. When I got up, the Cobra had weighed anchor. As far as I could see, there was the flatness of the ocean

He too had recognized the three faces pressed to the window as the coach had sailed past. He shook his head as the Radnor carriage rode out of sight around the next bend. It had been Suzette, Christiana, and Lisa, all gaping out the window at them. I did tell you they would not take our leaving sitting down, Langley pointed out, sounding amused. You didn't say they would follow, Daniel said dryly. Langley laughed and shrugged. Why spoil the surprise?

So," Guy drawled. "When are we leaving?" "As soon as possible," Chester told him. "I have a wedding to put off.

Then suddenly Stevie turned and went back to hug her too. 'I'll look after her, please believe me I'll be good to her. If I thought I wouldn't, I'd go away now.' She was so surprised it nearly took her breath away. When they were on the bus she asked him: 'Why did you do that?' 'I wanted to,' he said. Then after a pause: 'I got a funny feeling that I was never going to see her again.

Some people, surely, die on the way to something. Then we call them the late so-and-so.

She who was the heart And hinge of all our learnings and our loves: She left us destitute and, as we might, Trooping together.

Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.

. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.

The wind is rising and we must make sail. Anchors aweigh! We must be off!

He (Kesri) understood that the gap left by his departure from home had been filled by the continuing flow of their lives.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will. Finding my mother in my father's story and saying good-bye before before I have a chance to know her better.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will. Finding my mother in my father's story and saying good-bye before I have a chance to know her better.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will.

And before they ate the last supper of life-ending mushrooms, they would pound the drums and sound the hours. They would ready the souls of their bodies, the soul of the eyes, the soul of the mouths, all of them, one by one. They would know to be ready, to not dillydally and get left behind. Soon the soldiers would arrive. They would stab them with their bayonets, shoot them with their rifles, but they would already be gone, their bodies empty like the hollow husks of the emeralds beetles.

When human pain has struck me fiercely, when anger has corroded me, I rise, I always rise after the crucifixion, and I am in terror of my ascensions. THE FISSURE IN REALITY. The divine departure. I fall. I fall into darkness after the collusion with pain, and after pain the divine departure.

Those [who] assiduously fabricate for themselves a self-conscious originality, and after having made a choice of certain practices, their principal preoccupation is never to depart from them, to remain for ever on their guard and allow themselves not a moment's relaxation.

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