Quotes About Parting

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.

They parted with a wave, concealing from each other the slight smile that each wore once safely walking away, pleased to know that they would meet again in a few short hours, over curry and beer and Nick and Ilsa's.

Now it came to pass, while He blessed them, that He was parted from them and carried up into heaven. And they worshiped Him. – Luke 24:51–52

It is a very painful thing, having to part company with what torments you. And how mute the world is!

When I had to leave she kissed me on both cheeks - a thing she had never done before - and said, 'There's just one thing to remember; whatever happens, it does no good to be afraid.' So I promised not to be afraid, and may even have been a fool enough to think I could keep my promise.

I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.

To say goodbye with all our heart is to turn a parting into a blessing.

We have to say goodbye to everything eventually, and life is punctuated with a thousand goodbyes, some greater, some smaller, all along the way.

It is not easy to part with the wealth we have accumulated after years of hard work and difficulty

Then I started crying for it seemed to me then that life is nothing but people leaving.

LAO LAO TANG PAVILION What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green.

SEEING OFF A FRIEND Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li. Drifting clouds echo the traveller's thoughts, The setting sun reflects my old friend's feelings. You wave your hand and set off from this place, Your horse whinnies as it leaves.

Hasta la vista, bitch.

Goodbye, I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

The thing about love is you always end up losing it.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Because she is too ugly to kiss goodbye.

A day or so before his death, Borges called Bioy from Geneva. Bioy said that he sounded infinitely sad. "What are you doing in Geneva? Come home," Bioy said to him. "I can't," Borges answered. "And anyway, any place is good enough to die in." Bioy said that in spite of their friendship, he felt, as a writer, hesitant to touch such a good exit line.

There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.

He wasn't much cut out for serious conversations. And a goodbye is a serious conversation.

Lo que era para nosotros, lo hemos hecho, y vos lo sabéis. Creedme: lo hemos hecho para siempre. Preservad vuestra vida resguardada de mí. Y no dudéis un instante, si fuese útil para vuestra felicidad, en olvidar a esta mujer que ahora os dice sin añoranza, adiós.

Noi non ci vedremo più, signore. Disse. – Quel che era per noi, l'abbiamo fatto, e voi lo sapete. Credetemi: l'abbiamo fatto per sempre. Serbate la vostra vita al riparo da me. E non esitate un attimo, se sarà utile per la vostra felicità, a dimenticare questa donna che ora vi dice, senza rimpianto, addio.

She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay.

We all had to say goodbye, sooner or later, to those we love--or they had to say goodbye to us. Those were the only two possibilities that this world allowed. But no matter how much we tried to face up to it, it never became easier.