Paul Simon Quotes

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

I always wanted to get out of L.A., but time passes, and you find excuses to stay.

The suitcase or the Coffin.

You've got to recognize it when it's time to go.

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland.

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

That’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.

It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.

I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

When you are not happy where you are, and you are not quite sure if you want to leave or how to leave, you are in the meantime. Its a state of limbo. You are hanging on, ready to let go, afraid to fall, not wanting to hurt yourself, afraid you will hurt someone else. In the meantime, you pray the other person will let go first so that you will not feel guilty.

As my wise friend Didi has more than once observed about life's passages, every departure entails an arrival elsewhere, every arrival implies a departure from afar.

Just because she's leaving, don't start believing, that your rock and roll days are gone.

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!

That's what the American odyssey is really about: Leaving home. Leaving home and coming home, and trying to understand the difference.

Remorse ... is one of the many afflictions for which time finds a cure.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best.

I did not run away, I walked away by daylight….

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.