A slug can leave but there's always a slimy trail behind him.
Referring to the potential political impact of the resignation of U. S. Attorney, Edward Meese:
Every phenomenon manifests itself of its own accord. This manifestation is always distinct from form, and is the essence of the immediate, the trace of the immediate.
As time passes by and you look at portraits, the people come back to you like a silent echo. A photograph is a vestige of a face, a face in transit. Photography has something to do with death. It's a trace.
I probably just want to leave a trace of myself behind in this world.
There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.
Every photographed object is merely the trace left behind by the disappearance of all the rest. It is an almost perfect crime, an almost total resolution of the world, which merely leave the illusion of a particular object shining forth, the image of which then becomes an impenetrable enigma.
He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water. But it may be that the way of life that he has chosen for himself and the peculiar strength and sweetness of his character may have an ever-growing influence over his fellow men so that, long after his death perhaps, it may be realized that there lived in this age a very remarkable creature.
We leave traces of ourselves wherever we go, on whatever we touch.
If I wanted to order a ring for myself, the inscription I should choose would be: "Nothing passes away." I believe that nothing passes away without leaving a trace, and that every step we take, however small, has significance for our present and our future existence.
People also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there.
For me, I always think of the image of sweeping out my footprints as I walk through a scene.
Happiness, whether in business or private life, leaves little trace in history.
The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.
Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.
The trace left behind is substituted for the practice. It exhibits the (voracious) property that the geographical system has of being able to transform action into legibility, but in doing so it causes a way of being in the world to be forgotten.
One comes, and one goes. Basically, what you leave behind is the record.