#parting

If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. ↗

— Henry Miller

#always #anchored #arriving #departing #destination

The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery. ↗

— Nagarjuna

#cause #down #driven #every #inevitable

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love #parting-ways #separation #life

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason Bringing something we must learn And we are led to those who help us most to grow If we let them and we help them in return. ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

#for-good #friendship #goodbyes #musicals #parting

My mother and I parting company at four years old is a recurring theme; although it's not symbolically necessarily present, it's present in all my relationships. ↗

— Billy Corgan

#company #four #i #mother #necessarily

I think the most beautiful thing is that we're not parting because there were problems. We're parting because we're celebrating each others' growth. ↗

— Kelly Rowland

#beautiful thing #because #celebrating #each #growth

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves. ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#love #pain #parting #love

It seemed like it was always autumn in this field - it was fitting really. Everything was shaded with the bronzes and yellows of faded pictures from an old photo album, it was a realm where uncomfortable nostalgia reigned. I noticed it more after my experience in the dream. There I was an actor in the play, here I was a spectator. ↗

— Mike Jackson

#death #memory #nostalgia #taven-s-departing #death

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#hell #know #need #parting

...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been. ↗

— Jane Austen

#feelings #going-away #memories #parting #recollections