Kami Garcia Quotes

I am very sorry to say that I rejoiced when I once more perceived the towers of Windsor behind me.

I wanted to get out of Mississippi in the worst way. Go back? What I want to go back for?

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

I used to suffer from a lot of regret while touring. Regret at having to leave certain places, people and situations, or just a beautiful day.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

I didn't appreciate Brooklyn until I left it.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

I should never have left Italy and Juve.

I spent four years at Manchester City and won three trophies. It was a big wrench to leave.

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.

No magic. I do believe you might have taken it all with you when you went away.

There were lots of things to stop and see-and then it was time to go, always time to go.

So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.

You shoulda left the other day You let me beg for you to stay

I could not imagine that the future I was walking toward could compare in any way to the past that I was leaving behind.

Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old sweetheart. You want to linger as long as possible.

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me. And again I felt that emptiness rise up, but pushed it away. Still, I lingered there, in the doorway, memorizing the noise. The moment. Tucking it away out of sight, to be remembered when I needed it most.

The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.