Quotes About Parting

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

Se estaba despidiendo y ni siquiera lo sabía.

How many times did she have to say goodbye?

As for me, I remained a few moments longer. I waved. No one waved back.

No había horas ni minutos que los separaran de la despedida: sólo un abrazo

There was the chaos of goodbye.

Sie hielten sich an den Händen. Ein letzter, durchnässter Abschied, dann drehten sie sich um und verließen den Friedhof, wobei sie mehrmals zurückschauten. Ich dagegen blieb noch ein Weilchen länger. Ich winkte. Niemand winkte zurück.

THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF RUDY STEINER "I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.

I'd tell you to go to hell but i don't want to see you again.

We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

Ä°ki insan?n aras?nda bazen, çok nadir, bir dünya oluÅŸuyor. Sonra bu bir vatan oluyor, kabul etmeye çoktan haz?r olduÄŸumuz bu minicik mikro-dünya, biri çekip gittiÄŸinde y?k?l?yor. Gidiyorum, çok sakinim ve düÅŸünüyorum: gitti.

I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.

And yet when his death happened only a few months later, I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.

You never know how much you share with someone until the sharing ends.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Every separation is a foretaste of death while every new meeting a foretaste of life.

Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us?

The woman was simply leaving us alone with our future, the future she wouldn't be a part of. She didn't know how to do it or what it was, but she was trying to give it to us.

So I want to say that of all the people I have known, you are the only person I regret leaving behind.

Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.

I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.

The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the good byes that tell us we're still alive.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.

Oy? he asked. Will you say goodbye? Oy looked at Roland, and for a moment the gunslinger wasn't sure he understood. Then the bumbler extended his neck and caressed the boy's cheek a last time with his tongue. I, Ake, he said: Bye, Jake or I ache, it came to the same.