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.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
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.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
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.
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.
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.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
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.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
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.
Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
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