I believe if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps. – Benito Perez Galdos

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

[T]he departing world leaves behind… not an heir, but a pregnant widow. – Alexander Ivanovich Herzen, Other Shore

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. – Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead