#leaving

He had a charm about him sometimes, a warmth that was irresistible, like sunshine. He planted Saffy triumphantly on the pavement, opened the taxi door, slung in his bag, gave a huge film-star wave, called, "All right, Peter? Good weekend?" to the taxi driver, who knew him well and considered him a lovely man, and was free. "Back to the hard life," he said to Peter, and stretched out his legs. Back to the real life, he meant. The real world where there were no children lurking under tables, no wives wiping their noses on the ironing, no guinea pigs on the lawn, nor hamsters in the bedrooms, and no paper bags full of leaking tomato sandwiches. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#leaving #taxi #work #family

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

— George Bernard Shaw

#leaving #loss #love #imagination

There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#letting-go #love #loving #separating #separation

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#leaving #love

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves. ↗

— Rachel Ward

#gone #goodbye #leaving #lost #love

As to the war with Japan, the President had already received my memorandum in general as to the possibility of getting a substantial unconditional surrender from Japan which I had written before leaving Washington and which he had approved. ↗

— Henry L. Stimson

#approved #before #general #getting #had

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

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem. Watch me burn. Love always, Charlotte ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#dreams #existence #goals #growing-up #inspiration

However painful the process of leaving home, for parents and for children, the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child never leaving home. ↗

— Robert Neelly Bellah

#child #children #frightening #home #however

I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#badly #behaved #dirty #i #i am