How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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.
There was no question of generation change or saying goodbye to the past or modernizing sloganising.
Death's in the good-bye.
It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
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.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
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.
The return makes one love the farewell.
The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
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.
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
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