Jane Levy Quotes

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

Not everyone is meant to stay forever.

Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through.

Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

Life changes, people come and go and seasons never last. Karen kingsbury # Leaving

To see the farm is to leave it.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.

That's what life is about: People come and go.

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

No parent is there forever. So I won't be here forever with these kids.

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.

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.

Actors, they come and go, you know.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date--one that you can't see until she tells you she's leaving, and then she's gone.

anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.

This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.