Congressman, would you agree with this? If I'm a leader and I'm seeing and I'm watching what everybody else is watching and an attack on Mosul is imminent, I'm saying bye folks, have a good time I'm moving into a different city.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
When we raise one hand to say "bye-bye" we are gesturing that we are going apart from each other, whereas when we join our palms and bow our head, our hearts become closer.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
The hardest thing is at the end you have to say bye to all these people who you have worked with for so many months. It was really sad not to see them anymore. But you have the parties that you go to and you get to see them, like the premieres and the screenings.
It hurts when it don't last, no easy way saying bye. So I'mma spread my wings and head for the sky.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
If you get operated, something can go wrong and you can just say bye-bye to tennis. That's what happened to a lot of soccer players in Europe. They get operated, some things, it's not the mistake of the doctor. It's just some surgeries, they just don't go the right way...My injury will never go away. It's already become so chronic there's no chance to fix it so I can play without pain.
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine
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.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard.
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.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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.
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
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.
The return makes one love the farewell.
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