Sad You're Leaving Work Quotes & Sayings

When you're dead, you're dead. No one is going to remember me when I'm dead. Oh, maybe a few friends will remember me affectionately. Being remembered isn't the most important thing, anyhow. It's what you do when you are here that's important. — Susan Hayward

Let me hear your voice; and I'll tell you who you are. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

I don't mind people talking about me behind my back. It means they know me, and I'm out in front. — David Lucero

I don't think too much about age. Maybe if you're hurting, aching and arthritic, then you think about it a lot. But I don't. — Bob Newhart

Photography's central sense of purpose and aesthetic: the precise and lucid description of significant fact. — John Szarkowski

John Kennedy really did extend the reach of the American people and said, like Lincoln said in a way, that our reach is farther than our grasp - and we should aim high. — Richard Dreyfuss

hey gallagher girl — Ally Carter

I didn't have long to wait before she joined me naked and mind-bendingly sexy as usual; rendering me utterly captive and raging to claim her body with the dominating sex I couldn't seem to control when we were together. My ultimate reward and my greatest fear all rolled into one. — Raine Miller

Two opposing things can be equally true. Counting the days till Christmas doesn't mean we hate Halloween. I go to church on Sundays, and still hold the same faith at the pub on Saturday night. I shamelessly play a steady stream of eighties pop music and likewise have an undying devotion to Chopin. And perhaps most significantly: I love to travel and I love my home. — Tsh Oxenreider

The more advertising I see, the less I want to buy. — Tom Robbins

Joe gave me some more gravy. — Charles Dickens

You will live as you live in any world ... With difficulty, and grief. — Catherynne M Valente

Hereditary aristocracies have always been shortlived, whereas adoptive organisations such as the Catholic Church have sometimes lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. — George Orwell

When the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all
its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;
But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled,
Nay, he is mine alone;
- Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each by the hand;
And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,
Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,
And wholly and joyously blends them. — Walt Whitman