Quotes About Parting

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door---and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you. We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

If you're in a conversation with me, the last thing I'll probably say when I'm walking away is, 'Thank you and sorry.'

You will find my last words in the blue folder.

All farewells should be sudden, when forever.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive. (Sei allem Abschied voran, als wäre er hinter dir, wie der Winter, der eben geht. Denn unter Wintern ist einer so endlos Winter, daß, überwinternd, dein Herz überhaupt übersteht.)

Wie hab ich das gefühlt was Abschied heißt. Wie weiß ichs noch: ein dunkles unverwundnes grausames etwas, das ein Schönverbundnes noch einmal zeigt und hinhält und zerreißt.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

Let us even bid our dearest friends farewell, and defy them, saying, Who are you? Unhand me: I will be dependent no more. Ah! seest thou not, O brother, that thus we part only to meet again on a higher platform, and only be more each other's, because we are more our own?

We will meet as though we met not and part as though we parted not.

Don't grieve too much. This hour of parting is the hardest; the years will pass before you know they have come and gone. They will pass as night does in sleep, and I will return to you.

Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time Here comes the start of every sleepless night The first of every tear Im gonna cry Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things had never changed And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye

Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.

Goodnight! She started her walk. Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. Are you happy? she said? Am I what? he cried. But she was gone - running in the moonlight. Her Front door shut gently.

I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from the serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.

Du calme, du calme, adieu.

Our last impression of her as she turned the corner was that smile, flung backward like a handful of flowers.

Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.

You've grown tiresome. See ya.

Nine-Line Triolet Here's a fine mess we got ourselves into, My angel, my darling, true love of my heart Etcetera. Must stop it but I can't begin to. Here's a fine mess we got ourselves into - Both in spin with nowhere to spin to, Bound by the old rules in life and in art. Here's a fine mess we got ourselves into, (I'll curse every rule in the book as we part) My angel, my darling, true love of my heart.