Quotes About Parting

Maybe he understands that saying thank you can be just as hard as saying good-bye.

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

I dead parting from them because in the short time we've been together they've been like family to me. Like family might have been, I mean.

I dread parting from them because in the short time we've been together they've been like family to me. Like family might have been, I mean.

MONEY, n. A blessing that is of no advantage to us excepting when we part with it. An evidence of culture and a passport to polite society. Supportable property.

Dosvedanya, Bitches!"

He watched until Danny passed through the gates, turned left, and disappeared from sight. Jude never saw him again.

There's nothing to be afraid of. We're just saying goodbye.

And now,"she said, raising her hand for a cab, "your wish has been granted. You may go home and forget I ever existed."A taxi swung up to the curb. "Whatever happens next is not on your conscience." "Wait,"I said. "Gobi . . ." She leaned forward, kissing me briefly on the mouth. "Au revoir, Perry." "Wait,"I said. But she didn't. She climbed into the taxi. She didn't look back.

Avevo il cuore gonfio... Ci separammo senza esserci capiti. Del resto è difficile capirsi a questo mondo.

Meeting each other and leaving each other. Leaving and meeting. That's what life is!

It is infamy to die, and not be missed.

For Beatrice, when we met, my life began. Soon afterwards, yours ended.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.

Come on up, boys -I'm dead.

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

They looked at one another for a moment before beginning new lives. "What an ending," he sobbed, "What an ending.

It isn't possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea. "Good-bye.

She was parting from these Wilcoxes for the second time. Paul and his mother, ripple and great wave, had flowed into her life and ebbed out of it forever. The ripple had left no traces behind: the wave had strewn at her feet fragments torn from the unknown. A curious seeker, she stood for a while at the verge of the sea that tells so little, but tells a little, and watched the outgoing of this last tremendous tide.

When they parted it was in the ordinary way: neither had an impulse to say anything special. The whole day had been ordinary. Yet it had never come before either of them, nor was it to be repeated.

They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part.