Quotes About Departure

Elevated locations imply elevated purposes, even in American cities departing as radically as Los Angeles does from the traditional planning patterns of the Eastern Seaboard.

What we've seen over the last decade is we've seen a departure from the traditional work of the National Security Agency. They've become sort of the national hacking agency, the national surveillance agency. And they've lost sight of the fact that everything they do is supposed to make us more secure as a nation and a society.

I think that souls agree to come in and do what they're going to do and then leave when they're going to leave. So there's nothing tragic when a soul leaves. I think it was already preordained.

When I'm abroad it's almost like I'm in a transit lounge. I'm only comfortable when I know the date of departure.

In transition I think the spirit goes somewhere, but I don't think it leaves.

Airports in major cities, like LAX, are trippy environments. It is at once a national and international gathering of those in transition: The euphoric, emerging from planes, their journey at an end, and the determined, about to depart.

I think I have some very meaningful relationships with people; we all do. At the same time, I recognize that everyone is following their own heart; there's been people who have left my life, and I don't have a problem with that. This is a transitory world; we're all spirits just looking for love and finding it and holding on.

Her body lies in the bed like an inanimate object, an emptied bellow or shopping bag. Nothing has changed with her departure from the camp. Her body is still in their power, even more so now. Only now does S. understand that a woman's body never really belongs to the woman. It belongs to others—to the man, the children, the family. And in wartime to soldiers.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways - I to die, and you to live. Which is better only god knows.

Just a few more minutes here, I suggest: life hates to leave, worried what it might miss. But Vernon, closer, is shaking his head. This is all.

Holy At the cross of the cross Is the part that holds. Two roads Meet; after that is the work of continuing On. Beyond intersection Lies departure, which is then to see What goes on without you, what Does not go wrong. Once tree reconciles Against another; arm over arm…

Jacinda, Sorry, but I had to leave town for a farm thing. Try not to knock any other teachers unconscious while I'm gone. See you soon (but not soon enough), Will

Jacinda, Sorry, but I had to leave town for a family thing. Try not to knock any other teachers unconscious while I'm gone. See you soon (but not soon enough), Will

The worst evil of all is to leave the ranks of the living before one dies.

Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.

And he departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here.

There is no spot on earth that is free from loss. On this street, or in this room, someone lay down or was put down and was no more. Someone held someone else for the last time here. Rivers and lakes and oceans are full of people who vanished beneath the surface and were never seen again. Wherever you are standing, wherever you call home, someone left the earth there. Everyone we love dies and disappears.

What a pity that the only way to heaven is in a hearse.

Wyje?d?am, skr?cam na Orlen, ?eby wzi?? podwójne espresso w kartonowym kubku. Pij? ?apczywie i prawie si? parz?, bo chc? w tym najciemniejszym dniu ?wiata mie? jasny umys?. ?eby to wszystko, co widz? i s?ysz?, wchodzi?o g??biej. ?eby przeszywa?o na wylot. Poniewa? nic innego nie mo?emy zrobi?.

?nsan?n mutlulukla ya?am?? oldu?u karaya limandan ayr?lan bir gemiden bir kez daha bakmas? gibi arkas?ndan bakt?m.

Miller had gone off on some affairs of his own, as he always did when the routine at Bryant's was interrupted, for he was a selfish dog who hated any break in his habits. His departure seemed the last straw

She backed away toward the door as, softly, too softly for anyone to hear, she joined in on "Don't ask where I'm going; just listen when I'm gone." She slipped out the door without anyone noticing.

Herbert Sondheim had written a note, packed up his clothes, and walked out.