#leaving

Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons. ↗

— Donald Miller

#beauty

I wanted to start over completely, to begin again as new people with nothing of the past left over. I wanted to run away from who we had been seen to be, who we had been... It's the first thing I think of when trouble comes - the geographic solution. Change your name, leave town, disappear, make yourself over. What hides behind that impulse is the conviction that the life you have lived, the person you are, is valueless, better off abandoned, that running away is easier than trying to change things, that change itself is not possible. ↗

— Dorothy Allison

#leaving #change

How I adore you, Marya. How well I chose. Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#death #devotion #leaving #love #death

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer? ↗

— Betty Smith

#dreams #growing-up #hope #imagination #leaving

I found it idiotically distressing that a sharp finger whistle could no longer summon them outdoors into a playful twilight. An ancient discovery was now mine to make: to leave is to make nothing less than a mortal action. The suspicion came to me for the fist time that they were figures of my dreaming, like the loved dead: my mother and all these vanished boys. And after Mama's cremation I could not rid myself of the notion that she had been placed in the furnace of memory even when alive and, by extension, that one's dealings with others, ostensibly vital, at a certain point become dealings with the dead. ↗

— Joseph O'Neill

#leaving #loyalty #death

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#leaving #moving #danger

White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The world is round, so travellers tell, And straight through reach the track, Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hies Far, far must it remove: White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#long-journey #love #moon #moonlight #road

the goal is to keep yourself moving, remember? don't linger. don't hover. you are not going to stay. ↗

— Terra Elan McVoy

#leaving #motivate #moving #staying #motivational

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey? ↗

— John Green

#leaving #paper-towns #sad #journey

Well I think after leaving prison, and having written three diaries about life in prison, it became a sort of a new challenge to write another novel, to write a new novel. ↗

— Jeffrey Archer

#after #another #became #challenge #diaries