Quotes About Departure

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

Sometimes I see something so moving I know I'm not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.

The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

Kera went up on her toes and gave Vig a quick kiss, then she was gone. In the SUV and disappearing down the street. Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg driely asked, "do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your white wedding?" As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Steig by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

the women we spoke with rarely left home in the same way as spiritual heroes of the past. For the most part they did not sever their relationships with those they loved. Even more remarkably, they did not usually leave home to quest for the sacred, as did virtually every male spiritual seeker from the Buddha to the knights of the Holy Grail. On the contrary, the women we talked with made their connection with the sacred before they ever left home.

That was how he would go on tormenting her, after his physical departure from her life. A baroque plan, byzantine even, a plan that both pleased and shamed him. He awaited only the night, this one grotesque, terrible night.

Some men's deaths left little besides unfulfilled obligations and the inconvenience of a corpse. The departure of others tore holes in the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to know them.

And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here." Windham

Do you leave as a ship sailing out of harbour? Do you return as rain to the earth? Will I guide you in the Beyond, if I hold aloft the brightest light here on Earth?

felt empty, just as they did when Dani climbed out of them

when the human spirit departs, it takes with it the vital stuffing of life. Then, only the inanimate corpus remains, which is the least of all the things that make us human.

If George Willard were here, he'd have something to say," thought Seth. "George belongs to this town. He'd shout at Turk and Turk would shout at him. They'd both be secretly pleased by what they had said. It's different with me. I don't belong. I'll not make a fuss about it, but I'm going to get out of here.

People prefer remembering to imagining. Memory deals with familiar things; imagination deals with the unknown. Imagination can be frightening—it requires risking a departure from the familiar.

I did not know it at the time, but we would never see Jegan again.

He has gone out from his place, to make your land a waste.

People never die, but we travel from one world to another by leaving our flesh behind.

Death cancels all engagements.

Times before you, when even living men were antiquities; when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.

I had left small-town, rural life for good, and I had no intention of ever returning, not because I didn't like my home but because I had always known that I would leave. Leaving was part of my life romance, part of an idea I had about myself as a person destined for adventure; and as far as I could tell, adventure lay in the urban wilds of Manhattan, not in the farmland of Minnesota.

He hunched his shoulders and looked at the floor. With that movement, he entered the past. When he put on his jacket, kissed me again, and walked to the door, he was already a memory.

Erica's imminent departure changed us. The knowledge that we would soon be separated made us both more indulgent, relieving us of a burden I still can't name. I didn't want her to go away, and yet the fact that she was going away loosened a bolt in the machinery of our marriage. It had become a machine by then, a churning repetitious engine of mourning.

Michael left because of the Bulls' management, not because he'd lost his love of playing the game.

I just love it when I hear a little commotion, someone leaving. When I see those doors in the back . . .

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.