But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
I do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it's supposed to be a good one.
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.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
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.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
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.
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.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
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.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
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.
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.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
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