From The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets. I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment that I cast off today, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides, how often have I sailed with you in my dreams, and now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.
From The Messiah’s Handbook by Richard Bach:
Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can see each other again.
Ready I am to go and my eagerness with sails full set await the wind.
When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.