Quotes About Departure

I simply hate the sight of a suitcase.

These displays of affection mean a lot to our family and are a reminder of the heart that my people have. In this time of grief we ask for a little privacy and space to digest this news; our sister was our sun and we are broken by her departure.

In 'Barfi,' we have departed from regular commercial stuff and used the melody 'Bare Bare,' sung by Sonu Nigam as the introductory song for Diganth.

And we, spectators always, everywhere, looking at, never out of, everything! It fills us. We arrange it. It collapses. We re-arrange it, and collapse ourselves. Who's turned us round like this, so that we always, do what we may, retain the attitude of someone who's departing? Just as he, on the last hill, that shows him all his valley for the last time, will turn and stop and linger, we live our lives, for ever taking leave.

And these things that keep alive on departure know that you praise them; transient, they look to us, the most transient, to be their rescue. They want us to change them completely, in our invisible hearts, into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever, finally, we may be.

Who has turned us around like this, so that whatever we do, we find ourselves in the attitude of someone going away? Just as that person on the last hill, which shows him his whole valley one last time, turns, stops, lingers - so we live, forever taking our leave.

Tous mes adieux sont faits. Tant de départs m'ont lentement formé dès mon enfance. Mais je reviens encor, je recommence, ce franc retour libère mon regard. Ce qui me reste, c'est de le remplir, et ma joie toujours impénitente d'avoir aimé des choses ressemblantes à ces absences qui nous font agir.

I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Not the way it's supposed to be." Evil is exactly that—a fundamental and troubling departure from goodness. The Bible uses the word evil to describe anything that violates God's moral will.

I hope you never look back but you never forget, all the ones who loved you and the place you left.

Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.

The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

Is death being on a ship sailing and all your folks left back on the shore?

The boy looked down at his feet deep in the rivers, in the fields of wheat, in the wind that already was rushing him out of the town. He looked up at the old man, his eyes burning, his mouth moving, but no sound came out.

Even now he could feel the start of the long journey, the leave taking, the going away from the self he had been.

He feels it himself, and says often that he is 'preparing to leave all this; preparing to leave...' while he waves his hand sadly at his butterflies.

She left a lingering smudge of smoke on the sky, and two vanishing trails of foam on the water.

A Departure, the last professional sight of land, is always good, or at least good enough. For, even if the weather be thick, it does not matter much to a ship having all the open sea before her bows.

He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from the serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.

Nobody goes anywhere though we are always leaving and returning. It's a ceremony. Sunrise occurs everywhere, in lizard time, human time, or a fern uncurling time.

They lived and laughed and loved and left

How strange it is, to be walking away. Is it possible that I am really going to leave Ray—here? Is it possible that he won't be coming home with me in another day or two, as we'd planned? Such a thought is too profound for me to grasp. It's like fitting a large unwieldy object in a small space. My brain hurts, trying to contain it.

left the house in time to catch the bus. Lorraine called goodbye after her as always but Tippi scarcely glanced back, and her voice was flat, almost inaudible—"Bye, Mom.