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It is so hard to leave--until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
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inspirational
leaving
nerdfighter
inertia
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John Green |
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I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
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attachment
belonging
future
home
homelessness
leaving
memories
memory
moving-on
past
reminiscence
roots
uncertainty
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Beryl Markham |
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I don't want just words. If that's all you have for me, you'd better go
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better-go
just
leaving
words
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.
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leaving
moving
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Sylvia Plath |
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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.
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leaving
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.
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helpfulness
leaving
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Cecelia Ahern |
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Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
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gandalf
goodbye
leaving
sorrow
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.
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leaving
life
problem
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John Green |
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They were involved in that awkward procedure of getting to unknow each other.
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final
leaving
regret
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John Irving |
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I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
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leaving
paper-towns
sad
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John Green |
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If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever--something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.
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leaving
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Haruki Murakami |
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What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.
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leaving
loss
love
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George Bernard Shaw |
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You can't go home again
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home
inspirational
leaving
loss
return
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Thomas Wolfe |
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"It is a long way off, sir" "From what Jane?" "From England and from Thornfield: and ___" "Well?" "From you, sir"
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distance
leaving
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Charlotte Brontë |
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Though there had been moments of beauty in it Mariam knew that life for most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young woman that she would one day become, would not get to paint her hands with henna and toss noqul candy at her wedding. She would never play with Aziza's children. She would have liked that very much , to be old and play with Aziza's children. Mariam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad , Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings.
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leaving
life
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I'll tell you this. Leaving that which you love breaks your heart open. But you will find a jewel inside, and this precious jewel is the opening of your heart to all that is new and all that is different, and it will be the making of you-if you allow it to be.
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leaving
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Jacqueline Winspear |
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Because Margo knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only just now learned; leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots.
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grow-roots
important
leaving
something-matters
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John Green |
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The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over.
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endings
goodbyes
leaving
starting-over
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Jodi Picoult |
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And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.
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leaving
liberation
never-again
paralyzing
perfect
upsetting
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John Green |
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They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.
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grief
leaving
light
loss
morning
pain
pale
talk
windows
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Raymond Carver |
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Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
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dreams
growing-up
hope
imagination
leaving
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Betty Smith |
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I'll die if you go. The Jinn will come, and I'll have one of my fits. You'll see, I'll swallow my tongue and die. Don't leave me, Mariam jo. Please stay. I'll die if you go.
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gone
jalil
leaving
mariam
nana
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Khaled Hosseini |
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And so, as quietly as he had lived, he slipped out of town, leaving only a note behind: Well, that's that. I'm off, and if you don't believe I'm leaving, just count the days I'm gone. When you hear the phone not ringing, it'll be me that's not calling. Goodbye, old girl, and good luck. Yours truly, Earl Adcock P.S. I'm not deaf.
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husband
leaving
marriage
note
vesta-adcock
wife
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Fannie Flagg |
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I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.
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humor
leaving
paper-towns
pee
young-adult
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John Green |
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...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.
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leaving
love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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I left the only way you can leave. You pull your life off all at once - like a Band-Aid.
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leaving
paper-towns
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John Green |
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We keep to our usual stuff, more or less, only inside out. We do on stage the things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit being an entrance somewhere else.
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entry
exit
leaving
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Tom Stoppard |
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I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.
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final-departure
getting-over-it
hope
last-goodbye
last-sight
leaving
life-goes-on
lost-friends
moving-on
moving-on-and-letting-go
picture-metaphor
remembering
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Joseph Conrad |
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"No" she jerked back, stared up at him. Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering. "Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah." His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man he had been. He couldn't destroy that. He refuse to. He pushed her to Jordan slowly, loath to let her go. To release her. Knowing that releasing her was the only way to save the memories she held. "Don't you leave!" She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. "If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. "You are the best part of me," he whispered. "Always remember that, Sabella. The best part of me." Before she could grab him, hold him to her, he pulled away, grabbed one of the rifles Mike had set on the table across the room. And left." --
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impossible-love
leaving
lora-leigh
nathan-malone
noah-blake
sabella
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Lora Leigh |
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The house was burning, the yellow-red sky was like the sunset...Nothing would be left, the golden ferns and the silver ferns, the orchids, the ginger lilies and the roses...When they had finished, there would be nothing left but blackened walls and the mounting stone. That was always left. That could not be stolen or burned.
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leaving
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Jean Rhys |
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We are past the end of things now, but I don't want to leave.
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finality
if-only
leaving
past
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Richard Ford |
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From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest, she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else. She trotted up and down beside her pool, restless and unhappy. Unicorns are not meant to make choices. She said no, and yes, and no again, day and night, and for the first time she began to feel the minutes crawling over her like worms.
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forest
leaving
peace
restless
restlessness
time
unhappy
unicorn
unicorns
wanting
worms
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Peter S. Beagle |
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She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one's major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anonymous. It is not, after all, where you live. When you no longer need it, you pay a little something for its use; say 'thank you sir,' and when your business in that town is over, you go away from that room. Does anybody regret leaving a hotel room? Does anybody who has a home, a real home somewhere , want to stay there? Does anybody look back with affection of even disgust, at a hotel room when they leave it? You can only love or despise whatever living was done in that room. But the room itself? But you take a souvenir. Not, oh, not to remember the room. To remember, rather, the time and place of your business, your adventure. What can anyone feel for a hotel room? One doesn't any more feel for a hotel room than one expects a hotel room to feel for its occupant.
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bluest-eye
leaving
morrison
toni
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Toni Morrison |
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This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don't know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I'm sort of scared to leave it all behind, everything I've lived with, I have so many memories of all the things I've done here and I'm afraid if I leave, I might lose all my memories...
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cape-breton
home
leaving
loss
memory
moving
nostalgia
nova-scotia
remember
scared
scary
travel
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"No" she jerked back, stared up at him. Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering. "Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah." His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man he had been. He couldn't destroy that. He refuse to. He pushed her to Jordan slowly, loath to let her go. To release her. Knowing that releasing her was the only way to save the memories she held. "Don't you leave me!" She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. "If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. "You are the best part of me," he whispered. "Always remember that, Sabella. The very best part of me." Before she could grab him, hold him to her, he pulled away, grabbed one of the rifles Mike had set on the table across the room. And left." -- Lora Leigh, Wild Card"
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broken-hearted
impossible-love
leaving
nathan-malone
noah-blake
sabella
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Lora Leigh |
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And I wished I could believe him. I wished with all that I had. And when you're eleven, you're on the cusp between still believing wishing worked if you wanted something hard enough and understanding the world is teeth and sharp edges. I wished. I did. I promise you with all that I have that I did. But I knew the teeth. The sharp edges. And they were bigger than wishing. I was only eleven, but I was the product of my upbringing too. Maybe that's why I was able to be the one to leave. Maybe I'd been looking for a reason and latched on to the first one that came, no matter how hard it was. If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that it's easier to leave someone before they leave you. Because eventually, everyone leaves. It's inevitable.
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harsh-life
leaving
loss
pain
sad-quote
wishing
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T.J. Klune |
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Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.u
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growing-up
growth
leaving
left-behind
youth
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Neil Gaiman |
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"It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it?" he said. "You never do know when you'll get back."
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funny-idea
getting-back
going-somewhere
home
journey
leave
leaving
leaving-a-place
missed
never-know
ride
thought
thought-to-ponder
traveling
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Larry McMurtry |
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And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty--or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only,
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grieving
james-baldwin
leaving
no-turning-back
numb
sad
sorrow
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James Baldwin |
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He blinked. He shook his head, looking away. I walked around in front of him. He rolled his shoulders in a half shrug, then looked away again. I was right. He just didn't like hearing the thought voiced; it sounded too close to self-pity. I said. He mumbled the word, unconvinced. I didn't say that, of course. How could I, without it sounding weird.? But I felt it, heart hammering against my ribs, and it wasn't some romantic I can't bear to be without you nonsense. It was something deeper, more desperate. When I thought of Derek leaving, the ground seemed to slide under my feet. I needed something to hold on to, something solid and real when everything around me was changing so fast. Even if there were times I thought it would be easier without Derek there, ready to tear a strip off me at my every misstep, in some ways I relied on that--someone to keep me thinking, keep me striving to do better, keep me from burying my head and praying it all worked out. When he turned away, he must have seen it on my face. As fast as I tried to cover it up, it wasn't fast enough, and when he looked at me, the way he looked at me...
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derek
feelings
leaving
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Kelley Armstrong |
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I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.
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hometown
leaving
loving
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Sue Monk Kidd |
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"She's leaving me!" "Leaving? She's been waiting for you to get your shit together." I step into him. "That Hunter bastard is offering her the world! What do I got to give? Nothing. I've got nothing." Isaiah slams his finger into my biceps. "She looks at you like you're the whole universe! I'd kill to have a sliver with Beth of what you have with Echo. Wake the f*ck up!" I pound my hand to my chest, mimicking the pain slicing it. "Echo's leaving me." "No, man. You're the one leaving her," he seethes. "Get it together or she will walk."
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isaiah
leaving
noah-hutchins
offer
universe
world
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Katie McGarry |
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I moved, looking for a cigarette. They were in my hand. I lit one. In a moment, I thought, I will say something. I will say something and then I will walk out of this room forever.
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leaving
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James Baldwin |
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You know how good-byes feel. How the air gets excited when all its ions and electrical charges are disrupted, first by the intent to leave and later by the leaving itself. Then, when the bodies move away through space, they create empty pockets where feelings get caught and eddy around in the vacuum, creating little vortices of relief or sadness or confusion.
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goodbye
leaving
ruth-ozeki
sadness
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Ruth Ozeki |