I began writing a book on love because I felt that the United States is moving away from love.
The celebrity thing's completely crazy. I think I just have to move away or give it up altogether. I couldn't have kids in the situation I'm in now. But I could just do something else. That's probably what's going to happen. I made a decision very recently that I want a life instead.
I love being in a brothers band. I have no desire to move away from it at all.
The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.
Sooner or later we've all got to let go of our past.
This moving away from comfort and security, this stepping out into what is unknown, uncharted and shaky - that's called liberation.
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
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.
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.
Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
You are always a student, never a master. You have to keep moving forward.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
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