Quotes About Parting

let it bring my good-bye. Here comes the coach!

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me;

and she follows you to the light at the door and says...Hello... and never has a second hurt and ruptured, blistered so harshly because the music's too loud and you can't hear, don't even notice, and you take her hand instead and you are both leaving.

Yeah, we all have to leave," he says. "You said that already.

Sometimes, soulmates may meet, stay together until a task or life lesson is completed, and then move on. This is not a tragedy, only a matter of learning.

In every separation lie the seeds of reunion, in every reunion the seeds of separation.

I love her too much to keep her from leaving

Goodbye," Mort said, and was surprised to find a lump in his throat. "It's such an unpleasant word, isn't it?" QUITE SO. Death grinned because, as has so often been remarked, he didn't have much option. But possibly he meant it, this time. I PREFER AU REVOIR, he said.

I DON'T WANT TO GO.

There are people I stand near a single time and skirt forevermore.

All shut-eye ain't sleep; all good-bye ain't gone." The Time Between

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!

And shall I clutch at dear departing things While leaf and tree in silent splendor part? Go, little joys! and welcome, fluttering wings That brush my clinging sorrows from my heart!

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

there is no good in knowing people when you are going right away from them in a short time, and may never meet them again.

Win walked over to me. He held out his palm. In the middle of it was a single black sequin from the dress Scarlet had lent me. "You lost this," he said. I giggled, slightly embarrassed to be leaving bits of myself behind. "I'm shedding.

I didn't know how else to leave

Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance does us part--time and space and the heart's weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.

And forever, O my brother, hail and farewell!

Thanks," I said. "Go home," he said.

but we were both pretty drunk, so we figured we'd leave before we threw up. I dropped her off here.

The more you care about someone, the more likely it is that your eventual parting of ways will be as sudden as it is baffling.

Our love is strong. Why carry on without me?