Quotes About Parting

parting is such a sweet sorrow

He leaned in. "Kiss me, one last time." I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open. When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. "Don't forget me, okay?

So stay. It seems to take forever for him to answer, and his hands are still playing with my hair, his lips still darting against mine every few seconds. I can't He steps back and takes my hand to move me out of the way of the door. I'd give anything to stay, but I can't. You're stunning, Blythe. He gives me an almost-sad smile. But I just can't stay. It's too much.

To see something for the last time can be as intense as seeing it for the first time

When a guy goes to a hooker, he's not paying her for sex, he's paying her to leave.

The way they leave tells you everything.

bade the Maithil dame adieu, His saving errand done. With Sleep

AND AS YOU'RE ABOUT TO LEAVE SHE JUMPS UP 'N SAYS 'THINK YOU FORGOT SOMETHING ITS YOUR, YOUR GLOVE AND THE LOVE THAT LOVES THE LOVE THAT LOVES THE LOVE THAT LOVES TO LOVE THE LOVE THAT LOVES TO LOVE THAT LOVES TO LOVE

Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves to love to love the love

T? bi?t nhé và n?u là l?n cu?i C?ng ?? r?i, c?ng k? di?u ch? sao T? bi?t nhé và n?u còn h?n n?a Không ph?i ta ?ây tr? l?i ?âu nào

how precious individuals and places become the moment that the possibility of leaving them turns into fact.

I've always liked what the Navajos say when they part. They never say 'Goodbye.' They say 'Go in beauty.'

They gave me eyes. All of you are beautiful; you shine like stars. But I must go away with them.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Actually it broke my heart to hear that we were going to have to part ways, ... It's a business and they had to do what they had to do.

Whenever I have bid a hasty goodbye to a loved one, I've always made sure that my record collection was safely stored away in the boot of the car.

But don't expect me at your funeral.

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

He nestled in her arms, and she knew she would rather die than let them be parted and face that sadness again; it would send her mad with grief and terror.

Each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.

They sat for a while longer and then parted. For it was late and they were old and anxious.

I will be the one to leave you.

this is why we call people exes, i guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end

I leave her in the bed. I put on my clothes, pick up my keys, and close the door behind me. I turn back. I keep turning back to see her. Even when there are walls between us. I keep turning back. I keep turning in her direction.