Quotes About Parting

People talk of the wrench of parting, and that, he felt, was exactly what it was. Take a metal object off a magnet and one would experience that - there was the draw, the tug, the flow of the bond even through the air, and then the sudden detaching as separation occurred. That was what it was like. That was human parting. You felt it; you felt the separation, just as you would feel the rending of tissue being pulled apart.

We all had to say goodbye, sooner or later, to those we loved—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.

Whoever you be, O my reader- friend, foe- I wish with you to part at present as a pal. Farewell. Whatever you in my wake sought in these careless strophes- tumultuous recollections, relief from labors, live pictures or bons mots, or faults of grammar- God grant that you, in this book, for recreation, for the daydream, for the heart, for jousts in journals, may find at least a crumb. Upon which, let us part, farewell!

When youre ready, just say youre ready. When all the baggage just aint as heavy, and the parties over, just dont forget me.

I havent slept in days. And me and my latest girl agreed to go our separate ways.

So cry if you need to, but I cant stay to watch you. Thats the wrong thing to do.

And when life's sweet fable ends, soul and body part like friends; no quarrels, murmurs, no delay; a kiss, a sigh, and so away.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes; I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again

I and life: The case was settled chivalrously. The opponents parted without having made up.

They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again

Suddenly, Kat turned to face him again. "Oh, and Howard?" "Yes?" "FYI—my number is listed." With her parting shot, she sashayed off, hips swinging, leaving him with his mouth hanging open. Slowly, a big, sappy grin spread across his face.He scores! Nothin' but net.

How easily we part, adieu, how often I leave trails of myself in your wake.

I knew what death meant now. It was conversations cut off.

Aki megszületik, annak meg is kell halnia. Akik találkoznak, azoknak el is kell válniuk... De amin megosztozunk ebben az életben, azt már soha nem lehet elvenni tÅ'lünk.

I gave the knife to the one that had to stay behind

Tiger Lily made an attempt at a smile. After having felt the need to glower at other children for most of her life, smiles never came easily to her face. But this one was half all right. "I miss you already," he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter-half sadly, half-expectantly-let her go.

One by one they dissapeared Pumpkin last of all. The last May saw of himwas his sad face under his waving tuft of hair and then his long fingers,reaching out toward her for a hug that would never happen now as they turned around the bend.

When he'd made it thirty strides or so Logen turned around and looked back. The pot was sitting forlorn by the lake, already filling up with rainwater. They'd been through a lot together, him and that pot. "Fare you well, old friend." The pot did not reply.

I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?

Emily gazed long on the splendours of the world she was quitting, of which the whole magnificence seemed thus given to her sight only to increase her regret on leaving it; for her, Valancourt alone was in that world; to him alone her heart turned, and for him alone fell her bitter tears.

I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

We never quite learned to part, -We wander slowly side by side. Outside it's starting to get dark, I'm silent, - you're preoccupied. We'll enter a church and we'll see Baptisms, marriages, mass. A minute later, we'll leave… Why is everything different with us? Or we'll sit on the trampled snow In a dark cemetery and sigh, With a stick in your hand, you'll draw A palace for just you and I.

I see capital through the flurry On this Monday night twenty-first. Some do-nothing has made up the story That love exists on the earth. And from laziness or from boredom All believed, and thus they live: Wait for meeting, fear the parting, And sing songs of love. But to others opens a secret And upon them descends a still. I by accident came upon this And since then am as if I'm ill.