Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
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.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
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.
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.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.
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.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
The return makes one love the farewell.