leaving

sand on hte last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as i had. the town was paper, but hte memories were not. all the things i’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me

as paralyzing and upsetting as all the ‘never agains’ were, the final leaving felt perfect. pure. the most distillled possible form of liberation. everything that matter except one

it’s so hard to leave-- until you leave. and then it’s the easiest thing in the world. leaving feels good, once you leave...... i leave and leave and the leaving is so exhilaratig 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?

leaving feels good, and pure only when you leave something important, somethign that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. but you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.

"if ever there is tomorrow when we're not together...there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart...i'll always be with you."

winnie the pooh

like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. they forget that when they get old. they get scared of losing and failing. but that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. thomas edison's last words were: 'it's very beautiful over there.' i don't know where there is, but i believe it's somewhere, and i hope it's beautiful."

john green

am an acme of things accomplish’d, and I an encloser of things to be.

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs;

On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps;

All below duly travel’d, and still I mount and mount.

I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured, and never will be measured.

tramp a perpetual journey...

Not I—not any one else, can travel that road for you,

You must travel it for yourself.

It is not far—it is within reach;

Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know;

Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.

~ Walt Whitman

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

Twyla Tharp

Leaving Quotes

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

George Sanders

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

I always liked the story of Noah's Ark and the idea of starting anew by rescuing the things you like and leaving the rest behind.

Zach Braff

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Edmund Waller

No individual has any right to come into the world and go out of it without leaving something behind.

George Washington Carver

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Carl Sandburg

So it really does have a sort of bittersweet quality. Kids like to have adventures and to believe they can fly, but there's also that fear about people leaving you.

Cathy Rigby

When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.

Shunryu Suzuki

“I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” - Last words of Francois Rabelais

"It always shocked me when I realized I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

“Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”