Quotes About Parting

He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.

There's nothing good about a goodbye. It's a very poorly named ritual. It was a bad-bye... a very bad-bye!

See you in the darkness.

The Mavericks and I have mutually agreed that it's in the best interest of both parties for me to step away from the team.

What's a kiss? The sound loneliness makes when it dies.

When men break up they want to remain friends. Why? Why can't they just get lost?

She already knew that he'd decided to leave—knew before he opened his mouth to speak. But for one last minute, she could pretend that he was hers to keep. For one last minute, she held him, and let him hold her.

It is sad when two people turn from the paths they're traveling, and their paths go on to cross without them.

He turn'd him right and round aboutUpon the Irish shore;And gae his bridle reins a shake,With adieu forevermore,My dear—And adieu forevermore!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;Ae farewell and then forever!

Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, forever!

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

Brian took her hand a final time, then turned and walked away. Lise sat at the table a while longer. The cooling air from the patio was pleasant. The stars were coming out. Mahmud poured coffee from a silver carafe. What we cannot remember, we must rediscover. "I'm sorry—did you say something?" "I said, it's getting dark." Mahmud smiled. "It's these sunsets. Seems like they go on forever.

I can't keep you; the only way I can protect you is to send you away. "I am yours, always and forever.

This audience is at an end," Rand said. "I will forget every face that departs now.

Good-bye, Lois, and I forgive for you everything I did to you.

Good-bye, Lois, and I forgive you for everything I did to you.

I did not understand my complex of feeling. Particularly as she was saying, 'Yes, I'm sorry I ever met you. Ever. If I hadn't I wouldn't have to go through this Awfulness, the awfulest part being that I'll remember you. Always.' — Robert Penn Warren, from "Goodbye," Uncollected Poems 1943-1989, The Collected Poems of Robert Penn Warren , ed. John Burt (Louisiana State University Press, 1998)

We'll never say good-bye to each other. We'll just smile and go.

It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

Chippy, pulling his hand from Rilla's. Rilla

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?

They were all there, squatted in the little open glade—Faith and Una, Jerry and Carl, Jem and Walter, Nan and Di, and Mary Vance. They had been having a special celebration, for it would be Jem's last evening in Rainbow Valley. On the morrow he would leave for Charlottetown to attend Queen's Academy. Their charmed circle would be broken; and, in spite of the jollity of their little festival, there was a hint of sorrow in every gay young heart.