Quotes About Parting

I bought a brown-skinned glove puppet. He came with a little black briefcase and his hair was parted exactly down the middle. The precision of his parting made me uneasy; somehow it was too human at the exact same time as exposing his status as a nonhuman.

Winter farewell, winter farewell, and away you go and trouble us no more.

Distance of time and place generally cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking leave of our friends resembles taking leave of the world, of which it has been said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

We lauhed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would controt with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

We laughed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would contort with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

We lauhed together for a long time. When we had first met, her eyes were dull with pain-killing drugs and if she tried to talk, her face would contort with agonizing pain. I thought how radiantly beautiful she now looked. She stood up to leave and went to the door but then came back and kissed me. `I hope I never see you again,' she said. `I quite understand,' I replied.

Lihat dan kau tahu, jika aku ada di jalan yang salah dan kita tak akan pernah bertemu lagi

Upon meeting, you're judged by your clothes, upon parting, you're judged by your wits.

Fare thee well my nightingale I lived but to be near you Though you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you

When I am alone You'll come back to me It's happened before It's called memory I'm not even sure If I know where to start But starting is second First we must part I'm too tired now To fight anymore We're saying goodbye At the innermost door

It was a shock to see them go,

He loves books,' said Perdita. 'Yeah. He does. When you've finished a book you can put it away and it doesn't ask to see you again.

On a movie, you have a great time, and you're really enjoying the work, and then everybody is done and goes their separate ways, and you maybe never get to work with those people again.

Some years ago, I fired my agent, Andrew Wylie, alias The Jackal. I want to stress this wasn't an amicable parting of the ways or a hankering on my part for fresh representation. I fired him because his agency wasn't doing enough for me.

It's a lesson too late for the learning, made of sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, in your hands, in your hands. Are you going away, with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind? I could of loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind. You know it was the last thing on my mind.

Money Talk's . . . mine keeps saying Goodbye!

Good-bye isn't forever.

BARBARA: Even if things don't work out with you and Marsha. BILL: Cindy. BARBARA: Cindy. BILL: Right. Even if things don't work out. BARBARA: And I'm never really going to understand why, am I? (Bill struggles . . . it seems as if he might say something more, but then:) BILL: Probably not. (Silence. Bill heads for the door. Barbara watches him go and sobs.) BARBARA: I love you . . . I love you . . . (He stands for a moment, his back to her. He exits. Barbara stands, alone.)

The missing aren't missing, they're only departed

Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.

La muerte era eso: no ver más a alguien. O no haber visto nunca a alguien.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

In a moment she'd be gone, and then he could run to Foeslayer, warn her, and send her flying back to her room as fast as possible.

Good-bye, my dearest love, her thoughts whispered. And then … blackness rushed up toward him, enfolding him in its wings, and he was gone.