Rakim Quotes

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

To be left behind... or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

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

I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.

I lost you once, I think I can do it again.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

I think that one of the reasons why people look towards the end of humanity is that people are afraid to die alone. If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you miss them - the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.

When you leave the planet, you leave music behind.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

I was separated from my wife at the time. A lot of people think I wrote it about prison.

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

I feel guilty about spending so much time away from home and loved ones.

I am sorry I could not see my father.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.