„eleven months.now she’s gonegone as they go.“

— Charles Bukowski
„Summer was gone and now Indian summer. The grass was cold and there was no mist and no dew. After he left she would go in and light the gas and close the shatters, and he would go down the path and on to the village. To these two life had come quickly and gone, leaving not bitterness, but pity; not disillusion, but only pain.“
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
„Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside.“
— Cassandra Clare
„Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She’s glad the birds are gone away,She’s glad her simple worsted grayIs silver now with clinging mist.“
— Robert Frost