Quotes About Departure

é isso que nós somos, sem que tenhamos coragem para dizê-lo: um adeus.

The tumult and the shouting dies;The captains and the kings depart.

And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

they will take you back to a time when life was not so full of care and there was time to stand and stare. But not for too long, or the train would leave without you!

It's best you go now,

Why did so many die in the night? As though they wished to kiss us and deliver us with sweet dreams before taking their leave of the world.

She explains that often the people who mean the most to us have to be left behind because they cannot follow us along our destined path.

O gelmez art?k!'' dedi. ''Nereden biliyorsun?'' dedim. ''Gidi?inden belliydi!'' dedi.

Yahu ne oluyor bunlara? Hemen ölüyor muyuz? Ölsek ne olacak sanki... Onlara ne? Ben onlar için neyim? Ben onlar için hiçbir ?ey de?ilim. Hiç bir ?ey de?ildim... Senelerden beri ayn? evde beraber ya?ad?k. Bu adam kimdir diye merak etmediler... ?imdi çekip gidece?imden korkuyorlar...

All those people who came into the world with me and have already left it.

Sir, I'm afraid that the quality of this airline is partly measured by on-time departures. And unfortunately, on-time departures are measured by when we left the gate, not by wheels-up.

being asked by Criton how he would be buried, "I have taken a great deal of pains," saith he, "my friends, to no purpose, for I have not convinced our Criton that I shall fly from hence, and leave no part of me behind. Notwithstanding, Criton, if you can overtake me, wheresoever you get hold of me, bury me as you please: but

The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.' Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse.

Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing. Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.

My mother took the train to Halifax to see my father off. It was crammed with men en route to the Front; she could not get a sleeper, so she travelled sitting up. There were feet in the aisles, and bundles, and spittoons; coughing, snoring - drunken snoring, no doubt. As she looked at the boyish faces around her, the war became real to her, not as an idea but as a physical presence.

I reproached them all for not having told me of my son's departure, and for not stopping him, until that interfering old biddy Eurycleia confessed that she alone had aided and abetted him.

But they only run away. Run isn't quite accurate. Their legs don't move. Their still-twitching feet don't touch the ground.

They left soon thereafter, Joliffe leading Tisbe, Basset walking with Ellis in excited talk on the cart's far side, Rose following behind, hand-in-hand with Piers, out of the Penteney gateway, headed for the eastward road, for Aylesbury and places beyond, the world looking a far brighter place than it had looked for a while and a long while past.

For when Philippe, with his snapping eyes and his wild ways, left Savannah forever, he took with him the glow that was in Ellen's heart and left for the bandy-legged little Irishman who married her only a gentle shell.

When a woman didn't enjoy it, she leaves early in the morning. Those who had a nice time will wait until the sun comes out, requests breakfast and taxi money.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.