Quotes About Departure

El adiós más doloroso es el del sabio que te deja para siempre

Next out of the car

Indie sat there without speaking for moment, then shook her head. "It's no problem," she said. "The thought that you might need it just makes me a little bit nervous, that's all. I'll be okay." He went

best songwriting partner I've ever had, but besides that, he's a pretty good guy. We have a sort of history together, but I won't go into that. I just have a bad feeling about this, and I don't think we're gonna see him again." Sam got back into his

A cat said goodbye by simply sticking its tail in the air and walking away.

If you are as happy, my dear sir, on entering this house as I am in leaving it and returning home, you are the happiest man in this country.

An old Chinese folk wisdom holds, "Of all the thirty-six ways to get out of trouble, the best way is—leave."10

Into the cargo room. Down the ramp of the hatch door, into the brightness of day. They'd barely stepped off of it when squeals pierced the air and the slab of metal began to close. Alec lifted the Berg off the ground, blue thrusters roaring. Mark was barely holding onto his mind, but he felt a sudden, unbearable sadness. He'd never see the old bear again.

And when she left, it was like opening up that vast void within all over again.

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible. And now he was running away. Leaving her behind.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

since I was a little boy, she had always wanted me to go. She was always sending me off on a bus someplace, to elementary school, to camp, to relatives in Kentucky, to college. She pushed me away from her just as she'd pushed my elder siblings away when we lived in New York, literally shoving them out the front door when they left for college.

In many ways, communications networks are like road systems: their purpose is to move traffic quickly from one place to another with minimum congestion. They therefore present similar problems to their designers. Speed is important, of course, and so is safety, which means essentially the same in communications as it does on highways: what arrives at a destination should bear as close a resemblance as possible to whatever left the departure point.

Maybe that's all she saw, the end of her suffering, the black, blank silence of the departed. No more bells, no more noises, no more voices and their terrible, disapproving faces. No past, no future, no more sad todays. No tomorrows.

Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave

George Sanders's had been the best, an Old Hollywood classic, my father had known it by heart and liked to quote from it. Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored.

Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

It is not too much to say that when the word blood is pronounced, this is a sign that reason is about to depart.

It is not too much to say that when the word blood is pronounced, this is a sign that reason is about to depart.

He is not going to come back now, for me, for you or for anyone. This time he has found the boatman, and the boatman has taken him over.

Since I hear you are leaving, I have come to put certain matters before you. They are important. If I were a different manner of person, no doubt I should do more than this; I should plead, and I should cajole. I mean you to understand that if I cannot do that, it is not because I don't think them worthy. I wish you to listen to them and I will accept the answer you give me. I should only warn you, Francis, that on these matters, I will not brook lightness or insolence.

From the door, he glanced back, once, at the unresponsive wreck of the room. 'Then God damn your soul!' he said, and walked out.

He said something, and became aware that he was expected to leave. He felt like a dog, he thought, whose master had died. He left the house, but did not remember the journey to Fenchurch Street.

The beauty of worthy things is not in the face but in the backside, endearing more by their departure than their address.