Quotes About Parting

I do not want you to miss your sister's wedding," I told him. It was only days away. "Nor do I wish to prolong our goodbye. Let's say farewell here in the place where we've spent these eleven years together.

So. It was not I who would leave her, as I'd thought, but she who would leave me.

Dimisit, invitus, invitam

I couldn't let you believe we'd keep going, when we'd already lasted too long.

Think of 'à Dieu,' madame. It's the Provençal way to wish a person to be with God when you meet him as well as when you leave him.

There was something in the way a man held a woman when he was about to let her go.

I felt the warm brush of his fingers pushing the key into mine all the way to my heart. I focused on the key because if I looked up, I'd see what he was feeling. Worse, he'd see what I was feeling -- in a minute what I was feeling was going to be spilling out of me, and it didn't make any sense. It had been over long ago; we had just finally got around to saying good-bye, that was all.

If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

Pude leer en el aeropuerto dos graffiti contradictorios: "Que el último en irse apague la luz". Y el otro rogaba: "No te vayas, hermano".

We are always parting! It's supposed to be sweet sorrow or something, isn't it? Those poets. They'll say anything.

As she was being pulled away, she caught one last glimpse of Barnaby. As if he sensed her location, he looked up and their eyes met briefly. A smile flickered there in his expression, then he turned back to his conversation. Whatever he said caused the cluster to laugh riotously, one gentleman slapped him on the back.

I must leave all that! Farewell, dear paintings that I have loved so much and which have cost me so much.

Do you know what is nice about friendships as longstanding as ours?" Hyacinth interrupted. Felicity shook her head. "You won't take permanent offense when I turn my back and walk away." And then Hyacinth did just that.

You're a bundle of questions this afternoon, aren't you?" "I wouldn't have to be," she retorted, clearly regaining her wits, "if you'd actually say something of substance." "Until next time, Miss Bridgerton," he murmured, slipping out into the hall. "But when?" came her exasperated voice. He laughed all the way out.

He walked to the window, leaning heavily on the sill. "If this is to end, you will have to do it. You will have to walk away, Francesca. Because now . . . after everything . . . I'm just not strong enough to say goodbye.

And if you ask how I regret that parting: It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end Confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, There is no end of things in the heart. I

The Sea of Glass I looked and saw a sea roofed over with rainbows, In the midst of each two lovers met and departed; Then the sky was full of faces with gold glories behind them

And if you ask how I regret that parting? It is like the flowers falling at spring's end, confused, whirled in a tangle. What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking— There is no end of things in the heart.

though the church and I had parted ways, some things stay with a woman, like accent, hospitality, and a steady hand on the trigger.

And so the pact of timelessness between us was broken and I went from him into the darkening tunnel of the years.

Si apoi, in clipa despartirii, ne cuprinde deodata emotia. Ne stapanim lacrimile, dar ele ne curg pe dinauntru. N-am sa-i mai aud rasul de copil. De el se va bucura, atunci cand o va face sa rada, cel care mi-a luat locul.

Ye who have laid your love to rest, And wept above their lifeless clay, Know not the anguish of that breast, Whose lov'd are rudely torn away. Ye may not know how desolate, Are bosoms rudely forced to part, And how a dull and heavy weight, Will press the life-drops from the heart.

and we seemed to be saying good-bye from trains rushing in opposite directions

An awkward impasse. No one knew exactly how to say good-bye. A wave? A handshake? A kiss?