Parting is such sweet sorrow
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
In every parting there is an image of death.
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
Will our souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream?
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely!
Beware of parting! The true sadness is not in the pain of the parting; it is in the when and the how you are to meet again with the face about to vanish from your view.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.
But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
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