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.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
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.
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.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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.
People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.
Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
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.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
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