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.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
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.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
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.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
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.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
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