#leaving

But I wasn't the girl I'd been when I left, and I knew it. ↗

— Ally Carter

#leaving #change

Did you ever, think when the hearse passes by, that someday in it you will lie? ↗

— Kelly Braffet

#humor #last-seen-leaving #death

Leaving would imply suitcases and empty drawers, and late birthday cards with ten-dollar bills stuffed inside. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#hurt #leaving #life #pain #life

She had to go," said Rose. "It was because of her angel," said Indigo. "And because of Granddad," added Caddy. "And because of her nose stud." "And because her name isn't on the color chart." "She's lonely," said Rose. "That's why. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#leaving #lonely #sad #family

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

No one is indispensable to anyone else. You imagine you're necessary to him or that he will be very unhappy if you leave him, but I'm sure that if you do, within three months he will have fitted another face into your role and you'll see that no one is suffering because of your absence. You must feel free to do whatever feels best to you. Being someone's nurse is no way to live unless you're unable to do anything else. You have to say something on your own and you ought to be thinking, first and foremost, about that. ↗

— Françoise Gilot

#living-for-oneself #imagination

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. ↗

— Pascal Mercier

#identity #leaving #life #moving-on #past

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

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

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