Quotations About / On:
I've always been more afraid of being left alone or left out than of things that go bump in the night.
(Nelson Gidding (b. 1919), U.S. screenwriter, and Robert Wise. Eleanor Vance (Julie Harris), The Haunting, comparing fear of the supernatural to fears of things that truly exist (1963).)
I leave before being left. I decide.
(Brigitte Bardot (b. 1933), French actor. Quoted in Newsweek (New York, March 5, 1973).)
You have to be taught to leave us alone. Leave us alone.
(Stirling Silliphant (b. 1918), U.S. screenwriter, and Wolf Rilla. David Zellaby (Martin Stephens), Village of the Damned, speaking to his uncle about himself and the other alien children (1960).)
"Mr. Van Buren, your friends may be leaving youbut my friends never leave me."
(Andrew Jackson (1767-1845), U.S. president. Letter, May 1, 1834, from R.H. Wilde to Gulian C. Verplanck, Verplanck Papers, New York Historical Society.)
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaphgreen leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.
(Cyril Connolly (1903-1974), British critic. "The Journal of Cyril Connolly 1928-1937," published in David Pryce-Jones, Journal and Memoir (1983).
Pryce-Jones chose these words for his book's epigraph.)
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
(Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896), U.S. novelist, anti-slavery campaigner. Little Foxes, ch. 3 (1865).)
When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. repr. F.A. Stokes Co., New York (c. 1930). Moral Maxims and Reflections, no. 193 (1665-1678), trans. London (1706).)
Leaving behind the past
is looking forward to the future
We are all dead men on leave.
(Eugene Leviné, Russian Jew, friend of Rosa Luxemburg's lover, Jogiches. quoted in Men in Dark Times, "Rosa Luxemburg: 1871-1919," sct. 3, Hannah Arendt (1968).)
I never felt I left the stage.
(Helen Gahagan Douglas (1900-1980), U.S. actor, opera singer, and politician. As quoted in Center Stage, ch. 13, by Ingrid Winther Scobie (1992).
Said in 1976.)