Quotes About Parting

i bring my kiasu friend to the airport leavings are never easy, not for long and though we both saw blur along the way memories flooded present tensions. in the curry of his life no lemak remained so now the predictable exit signalled the end of his roundings, his bombings– he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style– and left me thinking about home, my kampong.

Why are you here?" "Because you never said goodbye.

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

I love you, & will always love you. We gave each other the world in a way that the other could not always see. ... We are done, & we will never be done.

This is not goodbye forever, my sweet girl, only for now. We love you with all of our hearts....

Arrivederci, Princesse.

soon you and the rat will be like Billy Joel's Brenda and Eddie: divorced!

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

But 'tis done—all words are idle— Words from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle 55 Force their way without the will. Fare thee well! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted, More than this I scarce can die.

To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.

Always Leave Them Laughing When You Say Goodbye

Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you. Jon: I have one more farewell to make. Robb: Then I haven't seen you.

Io ho finito con i baci" - Jon Snow

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Merry have we met, and merry have we been; Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

Oh has thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

Departure should be sudden.

The sweetest flower that blows, I give you as we part. For you it is a rose For me it is my heart.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. —JACK KEROUAC, On the Road