Arrivals Quotes

“Life is all arrivals and departures.”
― Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves

“Even if our loved ones have assured us that they will be busy at work, even if they told us they hated us for going traveling in the first place, even if they left us last June or died twelve and a half years ago, it is impossible not to experience a shiver of a sense that they may have come along anyway, just to surprise us and make us feel special (as someone must have done for us when we were small, if only occasionally, or we would never had the strength to make it this far).”
― Alain de Botton, A Week at the Airport: A Heathrow Diary

“Mi accorsi che già nel dire guadagnare e perdere c'è un senso economico tutto occidentale dell'andare in montagna, dove quota e distanza sono i capitali che accumuliamo con la nostra fatica, e non ci piace per nulla sprecare l'investimento.”
― Paolo Cognetti, Senza mai arrivare in cima: Viaggio in Himalaya

“BEING LATE

From where do simplicity and ease
In the movement of heavenly bodies derive?
It is precision.
Sun is never late to rise upon the Earth,
Moon is never late to cause the tides,
Earth is never late to greet the Sun and the Moon;
Thus, accidents are not accidents
But precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Love is almost never simple;
Too often, feelings arrive too soon,
Waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
I wanted, too, to be simple and precise
Like the Sun,
Like the Moon,
Like the Earth
But the Earth was booked
Billions of years in advance;
Designed to meet all desires,
All arrivals, all sunrises, all sunsets,
All departures,
So I will have to be a little bit late.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“In the first hour of the new day, in the cold, strong wind that already reaches our native shores, yes, in this one moment of eternally returning regret I realise: what staggers us, over and over again, is the morning splendour of departure!”
― Annemarie Schwarzenbach, All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey

“Here goes my train
Sounding its whistle once again
As it continues its old journey
To a new station
A new foreign land
A new exile
A new illusion
A new face
A new death…”
― Louis Yako, أنا زهرة برية [I am a Wildflower]