“Leave the fishing-rod, Great General, to us sovereigns of Pharos and Canopus. Your game is cities and kings and continents.”

Nothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.

All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.

Is he a good man?” “Define ‘good’.

I will not be triumphed over.

In praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar.

My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.

Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthought.

Fool! Don’t you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.

And make death proud to take us.

Everyone moves for reason. You need a reason to leave everything behind.

The marginal, the dependent variables. It lays the foundation for androcentric thinking, and leaves men safe in their solipsistic tunnel-vision.

There are many interpretations of Islam within the wider Islamic community, but generally we are instructed to leave the world a better place than it was when we came into it.

We want you to sit down and leave your egos at home and let’s get an understanding as to where all this is foolishness coming from.

My mom would leave her job, and there would be throngs of people screaming and banging on our car. I come from a very private family, but I was born into a public family.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.

Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.

There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.