Quotes About Departure

She could not bear to feel England's earth and cobblestones under her shoes again, she thought. And if she could bear that, then she might never bear to leave.

Everyone was waiting for something: an arrival, a departure. It made a pleasing sort of allegory.

Pray let us greet our host and the guest of honor, that I may receive my measure of scorn from each and we may be away.

It is queer to be in a place when someone has gone. It is not two other places, the place that they were there in, and the place that was there before they came. I can't get used to this third place or to staying behind.

You never quite know when you may hope to repair the damage done by going away.

I wonder where father's gone. He repeatedly goes out but never comes in.

Nothing more was said. It was evident that Uncle Robert, like Lady Catherine de Bourgh, would say no farewells and make no compliments.

eventually, everything goes away.

Don't come back, if you do I'll be counting down the days even though I know you'll leave all over again. So please do this one thing for me and don't come back...

Your not gone yet, but I can feel you slipping, slipping away.

The day was so lovely that, to Flora, it seemed possible to leave only if it was impossible to stay. She tried to imagine leaving. She imagined that her body was asking her to leave. She

And the last thing to know about death is that the death of the body is the start of an adventure.

Maybe better that way, to not know our parents, to love them as we move away from them--they're on the shore and we're on a ship, moving away; later we will switch places as they sail away from us, and we say to them, a little longer.

Dad hated those people so inconsiderate as to move in, move out, never making a noise, a scene, a mark, a complaint. A good story when you left was the only rent he insisted on.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.

Animula vagula blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, et ut soles, dabis iocos. Little wandering soul, Guest and companion of my body, Where are you going to now? Away, into bare, bleak places, Never again to share a joke.

A friend had said to me once, "Whenever I don't know what to do, I watch what I am doing." And what I was doing that year was leaving, even though I had not yet left.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

Busseier Rauno Korpela skysset flokken inn i bussen med en gravalvorlig oppfordring: – Det er best vi drar. Døden venter.

Nå var de to småløpende skikkelsene langt nok borte. Korpela snudde seg og betraktet følgesvennene sine. Han grep mikrofonen og meddelte at nå var det på tide å dra. – Farvel da, og takk for alt.

Ha tomado una decisión: no va a quedarse allí. Se niega a esperar a que otra vez, además de las blasfemias y los gemidos, el silencio lo llene el rumor de los enemigos subiendo al asalto. Aunque de mal grado y por fuerza, ha cumplido de sobra con Franco y con la patria. A España la ha puesto lo más arriba de lo que es capaz. Ya está bien por ese día, por ese año, por esa vida. Así que se larga.

el mundo es un barco en viaje de ida, y que ese viaje no tiene regreso.

Es poco lo que se teme cuando es poco lo que se espera, más allá de una misma. Cuando, en caso necesario, la vida cabe en una maleta con la que poder alejarse de cualquier paisaje sin necesidad de mirar atrás.

Nadie debería irse sin dejar una Troya ardiendo a sus espaldas.