Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.— Garrison Keillor
Grateful Friend Moving Away quotations
Maturity is learning to walk away from people and situation that threaten your peace of mind, self respect, values, morals and self worth.
As a real person, he wouldn't last a minute, would he? But drama is about imperfection. And we've moved away from the aspirational hero. We got tired of it, it was dull. If I was House's friend, I would hate it. How he so resolutely refuses to be happy or take the kind-hearted road. But we don't always like morally good people, do we?
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.
Getting knocked down in life is a given. Getting up and moving forward is a choice.
Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
No matter where you are in life . . . [y]ou always have a choice and the choice can be power.
I choose to not ignore or push away emotional pain.
Instead, I allow it to move through me. Sometimes, that's quietly working on a puzzle and listening to an all-strings Pandora station, and others, it's being vulnerable with a trusted friend. Either way, I let it have its place.
Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back toward you.
Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass away.
No one is as real to me as people in the novel.
It grows like a living thing. When I realize they do not exist except in my mind I have a feeling of sadness, looking around for them, as if the half-empty cafe were a place I had once come to with friends who had all moved away.
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away - and leaves behind only silence.
My friend, why have you drifted so far away? All motion is relative, maybe it is you who have moved away by standing still.
One of the most important decisions you'll ever face in life is choosing whether to walk away or try harder.
This act demonstrates graphically a turning away the past and moving ahead.
You now get to refresh your time in a friendly way by running with the watch instead of against it or away from it.
I have a good friend who says, "We're all just dodging bullets.
" It seems to me the trick to living a good life is to try to move away from the gun you turn on yourself.
Americans are very mobile and move around and choose the communities they want.
On the ocean people would be even more mobile and empowered to link up with people they enjoyed, and detach and move away from people they did not. Increasing choice is a way to foster fulfillment in people's lives. I choose my friends and I'd prefer to choose my neighbors too.
Intelligent people tend to have less friends than the average person. The smarter you are, the more selevtive you become.
Leaving America means renouncing your citizenship, moving out of the country and leaving family and friends behind. You can retain your citizenship if you like, but you'll still be away from loved ones and still be paying taxes. You lose all the good stuff about America and have to keep all the bad stuff.
Probably the only thing that isn't great is the time when I know I'm very close to finishing the actual writing of the story and I'm overcome by this sense of loss. I think it's because I know I won't be "talking" to the main character anymore, it's sort of like what you feel when you know a friend is moving away and you probably won't be seeing her again.
The characters Im most emotionally involved with are like friends you leave behind when you move away. You dont see them regularly anymore, but you still love them and keep in touch.
If you don't like where you're at, move you're not a tree.
I observed once to Goethe that when a friend is with us we do not think the same of him as when he is away. He replied, "Yes! because the absent friend is yourself, and he exists only in your head; whereas the friend who is present has an individuality of his own, and moves according to laws of his own, which cannot always be in accordance with those which you form for yourself.
I'm from California, but my father, who passed away when I was young, was from Newark. When I was kid, we would go back east and catch Yankees games. His side of the family are big Yankees fans. But, the real connection came in '97 when I moved to New York and became friends with the team.
Tolerance is just a makeshift, suitable for an overcrowded and overheated planet. It carries on when love gives out, and love generally gives out as soon as we move away from our home and our friends.
A strong person loves, forgives, walks away, lets go, tries again, perseveres... No matter what life throws at them.
The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.
It is hard to hold on to friendships when people move away to another state or to another world.
Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.
Two things you will never have to chase: true friends and true love.
Dead bodies are calm and silent—perfectly still, perfectly harmless.
A corpse will never move, it will never laugh, and it will never judge. A corpse will never shout at you, hit you, or leave you. Far away from the zombies and junk that you see on TV, a corpse is actually the perfect friend. The perfect pet. I feel more comfortable with them than I do with real people.
I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.
incessant adj. The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn't good enough for anything I was a fake at my job I wasn't your equal my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn't as easy as hearing voices nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.
Be with those who bring out the best in you, not the stress in you.
Claire. Wake up.” She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane’s shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn’t realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael’s part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn’t moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.