#leavin

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#away #home #leaving #leaving home #only

Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials. ↗

— Lin Yutang

#besides #consists #done #elimination #getting

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#better-go #just #leaving #words #beauty

No, the next time i kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And then when we're done you're gonna realize being turned on is not about experience ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#leaving-paradise #simone-elkeles #experience

Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#freedom #leaving #freedom

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

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#life #not-ready-to-die #life

Because Margo knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only just now learned; leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots. ↗

— John Green

#grow-roots #important #leaving #something-matters #life

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#attachment #belonging #future #home #homelessness

And yet, even as she spoke, she knew that she did not wish to come back. not to stay, not to live. She loved the little yellow cottage more than she loved any place on earth. but she was through with it except in her memories. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#leaving #memories #love