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.
It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.
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.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
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.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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.
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.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
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.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
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.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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