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.
There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Goodbye- please don't cry/we both know that I'm not what you need. But I will always love you.
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.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
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.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
It's the emptiest and yet the fullest of all human messages: 'Good-bye.
Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
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.
Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.
Unless one says goodbye to what one loves, and unless one travels to completely new territories, one can expect merely a long wearing away of oneself and an eventual extinction.
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.
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