Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
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.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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 is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love 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.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave of the World, concerning which it hath been often said, that it is not Death but Dying which is terrible.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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.
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