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.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Ends and beginningsthere are no such things. There are only middles.
If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Distance of Time and Place do really cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking Leave of our Friends resembles taking Leave of the World, concerning which it hath been often said, that it is not Death but Dying which is terrible.
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.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
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.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
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.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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