Calvin Johnson Quotes

If you will take her, you may take her, but if you go from aboard, you shall never come aboard again.

I been a long time leaving but I'm going to be a long time gone.

Once I retire, I'm retiring. I'm done.

I’ll make it easy on you Jerry. I’m going home.

Ready to go but never to return.

And she walked away, and she walked away, and that was that, and that was that.

When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close.' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.

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

Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

Goodbye, Room." I wave up at Skylight. "Say goodbye," I tell Ma. "Goodbye, Room." Ma says it but on mute. I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.

Let's raise our glass and let the hammer fly, yeah, this is the long good-bye.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Rorschach: Used to come here often, back when we were partners. Dreiberg: Oh. Uh, yeah... yeah, those were great times, Rorschach. Great times. Whatever happened to them? Rorschach: [exiting] You quit.

I don't have to play for the Eagles.

The argument is at an end.

I told you that I love you, I was only telling a lie. I'll be long gone come the crack of dawn and I believe the word is goodbye.

Whatever you're looking for, don't come around here no more.

But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?

I now believe when I'm dead and buried my tombstone will read, "I'm not entirely sure the band's over."

You don't push the button that says "Now I will write something that resonates in time." You don't know. It's what happens after a play is finished.

As they say in Corsica... Goodbye!

We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.

The game got these old handprints on it, but Imma be the one to pour cement on it.