How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
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.
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.
Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
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.
Unless one says goodbye to what one loves, and unless one travels to completely new territories, one can expect merely a long wearing away of oneself and an eventual extinction.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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.
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.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
or simply:
