Quotes About Return

Come back. Be the you I love and remember.

So you're leaving for good, then?" "Not for good. Just for now.

They used to send each other letters. The return address was always the same: Dept. of Speculation.

Chapter 6 showed that over holding periods of 20 years or longer, stocks have both a higher return and lower after-inflation risk than bonds. The

El peñasco árido, donde siempre elevo sus cometas, lo esperaba ansiosamente cada año, hasta que Martín olvidó volver.

Be careful. Wait out your year. Come home.

I returned to my chair and waited for the TV weather report.

Ravic knew the danger; he knew whither he was going and he also knew that tomorrow he would resist again—but suddenly in this night, in this hour of his return from a lost Ararat into the blood-smell of coming destruction, everything became nameless. Danger was danger and not danger; fate was at the same time a sacrifice and the deity to whom one sacrificed. And tomorrow was an unknown world

Korraga valdab mind aja nimetu raskemeelsus - see voolab ja voolab ning muutub, ja kui sa naased, ei leia sa enam midagi taas. Hüvasti jätta on raske - kuid naasta on vahel veelgi raskem.

I am conscious of the nameless sadness of Time that runs and runs on and changes, and when a man returns he shall find nothing again. —Yes, it is a hard thing to part; but to come back again, that is sometimes far harder.

Nikada se ne bi trebalo oti?i ili se nikada ne bi smelo vratiti.

Nikada se ne bi trebalo oti?i ili se nikada ne bi smelo vratiti; jer ionako se nikada ne na?e natrag i ostaje se u razdoru.

The hero was the man who could go into the spirit world, the world of the dead, and return alive.

Exile from the Loved One; or, Farewell and Return.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

I regarded home as a place I left behind in order to come back to it afterward.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor what ease it could be reached. It was always worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it.

By the way, if you're running from God, he's already waiting for you, wherever your journey takes you. No matter how far you run, he will be just as close to you as he was when you left.

Unlike Grand Hotel and Titanic, but like The Wild Party and Sweet Smell of Success, our last special show was a failure. However, the previous two titles at least ran a few months. Amour (2002) lasted two weeks. This is a historically instructive show even so in its return to first principles, as a modern version of what Jacques Offenbach was doing when he invented musical comedy in the 1850s and '60s: not in his format but in his spirit.

Memory returned like spring, Laurel thought. Memory had the character of spring. In some cases, it was the old wood that did the blooming

Time is like the ancient Ouroboros. Time is fleeting moments, grains of sand passing through an hourglass. Time is the moments and events we so readily try to measure. But the ancient Ouroboros reminds us that in every moment, in every instant, in every event, is hidden the past, the present and the future. Eternity is hidden in every moment. Every departure is at once a return, every farewell is a greeting, every return is a parting. Everything is simultaneously a beginning and an end.

Madam Yennefer, Forgive me. I'm riding to Hirundum because I want to see Geralt. I want to see him before I start school. Forgive my disobedience, but I must. I know you'll punish me, but I don't want to regret my indecision and hesitation. If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions. I'm an enchantress. I seize life by the scruff of the neck. I'll return when I can. - Ciri