Quotes About Parting

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

To love anything is to accept its loss —UNKNOWN

I'm sorry your bad dream died, I said as I left her and walked toward the gate. And I'm sorry I ever met you, Annie Kate.

Well, I guess I'll be going. Uh, do you

She tried to keep her voice steady, but it was pretense, like pretending self-control when something you loved was dead in front of your eyes. They would have to separate here.

Don't go, Bobby, said my friend. It's not worth it.

that's not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it's why we stayed together

The file clanked against me, my stupid idea nobody would have gotten had I ever done it. You even wouldn't have gotten it, Ed, I thought, watching her go. It's why we broke up, so here it is. Ed, how could you?

Te quise y ahora te devuelvo tus cosas, las saco de mi vida como a ti...

Alice knows everything about me, and accepts the fact that we can be together for only a short while. She has agreed to go away when I tell her to go. It's painful to think about that, but what we have, I suspect, is more than most people find in a lifetime.

There are no good-byes, wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.

Goodbye curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.

Goodbye, my mistress, I whispered. Farewell, my heart.

Even lawyers have hearts, and mine ached a little as I took leave of her.

Perhaps I have dwelt too long already on the little story of our parting from home? I can only say, in excuse, that my heart is full of it; and what is not in my heart my pen won't write.

It will be better for both of us Let me go.

He never saw Molly again.

But where love and sorrow bind people together, goodbyes are not so easily said. We were about to discover that.

Nabakumar sighs. 'Ma,' he says. Then he is gone.

Please…please don't…" "You must let me go, my love," Ventress said, her voice so gentle, so tender, and she smiled lovingly. "It's the Jedi way." And she was gone.

They embraced and parted. They never saw each other again.

I think there is in friendship, an instant recognition – a kind of loving. It needs just a word, in passing, the touch of a hand – yet parting is loss and the tiny ache of regret stays with us always.

And when we left, clutching a plastic bag with his belongings, the clouds were still there, a frieze of motionless cumulus over the Thames flat as a matte painting on glass.