#leavin

The myths have always condemned those who "looked back." Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision. ↗

— Dag Hammarskjold

#back #been #condemned #decision #departure

Often we can help each other most by leaving each other alone; at other times we need the hand-grasp and the word of cheer. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#cheer #each #help #leaving #most

I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them. ↗

— Andy Bernard

#leaving-home #home

What you are to do without me I cannot imagine. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#leaving #loss #love #imagination

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. ↗

— John Green

#inspirational #leaving #nerdfighter #inspirational

When the management iceberg is shaped like a huge phallus, you know that there are a lot of tossers that the top penguin has had to climb over to reach the tip and that there is no shortage of the same caliber of penguin in the balls and shaft of the corporation, just waiting for their chance to get a spurt to the top. Should I sugar coat this a little more? or tell it like it is? ↗

— Daniel Prokop

#emotional-intelligence #humor #inspirational #leaving-neverland #management

Don’t leave me,” he whispers. “Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving. “Really?” His eyes widen. “What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?” He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.” “What?” I snap. “Marry me,” he whispers. ↗

— E.L. James

#marry-me #running

They were involved in that awkward procedure of getting to unknow each other. ↗

— John Irving

#final #leaving #regret #regret

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays? ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#staying #hate

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#leaving #dreams