How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
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 forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
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.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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.
The return makes one love the farewell.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.