Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here's a happy one for you.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Don't be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
The return makes one love the farewell.
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
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