Quotes About Parting

Takao también pide un último cigarrillo —agregó Kemi Morita antes de retirarse.

Continuaron acariciándose sin deseo y atormentándose con las súplicas y los recuerdos. Saboreaban la amargura de una despedida que presentían, pero que todavía podían confundir con una reconciliación.

A bachelor is a souvenir of some woman who found a better one at the last minute.

He says a thousand pleasant things, - But never says "Adieu"

I can generally bear the separation, but I don't like the leave-taking.

Sweets to the sweet; farewell!

It's so much easier to walk away than it is to have to explain to someone that you never want to see them again.

The reason I never want a book to end is that I start to feel like the characters are my friends. I'll miss them when they're gone.

I just found you - I don't want to leave you so soon.

I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

The pageant has passed. That day is over. But we linger, loath to think we shall see them no more together - these men, these horses, these colors afield.

I want your best offer. [...] - You already have it. She bit her lip, nodded. - That's what I thought. And then she walked away.

parting looms imminent as death takes dominion over that place in the body framed and famed for giving birth to life. Despite my antipathies toward current treatments, all are designed to make death delay its dominion over the center of the body.

He looked at her. "I will miss you, Montana. For the first time in my life, I'll regret leaving someone behind.

Only one way out now. I love you, Taryn. I'm coming.

I missed you, Wesley." "Yeah," Wes said, heading toward the front of the bus. "I'm going to miss you, too.

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.

It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

By the way, I know about the kiss." Then the door clicks shut behind him.

Convince me, he says. He drops the napkin and retrieves his book. I don't watch him as he heads for the door, so I flinch when he whispers in my ear. By the way, I know about the kiss. Then the door clicks shut behind him.

And I'm left staring out the window, watching District 12 disappear, with all my good-byes still hanging on my lips.

Wanna blow Lover Boy one last kiss?

I consider saying a final good-bye to Peeta, decide it would only be bad for both of us. But I do slip the pearl into the pocket of my uniform. A token of the boy with the bread. A

We were never good with good-byes.