A Quote by Yip Man

Greet what arrives, escort what leaves and rush upon loss of contact — © Yip Man
Greet what arrives, escort what leaves and rush upon loss of contact
Loss is very painful, because any kind of loss leaves a hole in the fabric of one's existence.
Love arrives on tiptoe and bangs the door when it leaves.
The art of leadership is a serious matter. One must not lag behind a movement, because to do so is to become isolated from the masses. But one must not rush ahead, for to rush ahead is to lose contact with the masses. He who wished to lead a movement must conduct a fight on two fronts--against those who lag behind and those who rush ahead.
Chance arrives unannounced. It emerges, and when it leaves, we are lucky if the changes it has produced are only external.
California is a tragic country — like Palestine, like every Promised Land. Its short history is a fever-chart of migrations — the land rush, the gold rush, the oil rush, the movie rush, the Okie fruit-picking rush, the wartime rush to the aircraft factories — followed, in each instance, by counter-migrations of the disappointed and unsuccessful, moving sorrowfully homeward.
Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.
The Brits are escorting their ships, and we will escort our ships, and I assume other countries will escort their ships.
If the enemy leaves a door open, you must rush in.
Mozart makes you believe in God because it cannot be by chance that such a phenomenon arrives into this world and leaves such an unbounded number of unparalleled masterpieces.
Finally one arrives at this: the state of sleep has an ambiguous function; in sleep, the lack of contact with the culture brings out the worst and also the best in us.
I say, when Mercury arrives, we just pretend we’re not here.” Lawe tipped back his whiskey and swallowed in a single drink. “Stay real quiet. Don’t make eye contact.” They all nodded.
Trust arrives on foot but leaves in a Ferrari The Ferrari screeched out of the parking lot in 2008.
Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.
There are many kinds of loss embedded in a loss - the loss of the person, and the loss of the self you got to be with that person. And the seeming loss of the past, which now feels forever out of reach.
It is only the story...that saves our progeny from blundering like blind beggars into the spikes of the cactus fence.The story is our escort;without it,we are blind.Does the blind man own his escort?No,neither do we the story;rather,it is the story that owns us.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
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