Quotes About Parting

Because toward the end all the words started leaving. Except for the ones that had to lock up at the end of the night.

It's a goodbye to some things, and hello to others -A

So this is goodbye? It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

I tell him goodbye instead - a kind of goodbye that's never, ever final.

Aquel último intento de reconciliación tenía un amargo sabor a despedida, a beso en la mejilla. Cuando recibes un beso en la mejilla de una mujer a la que has besado tantas veces en los labios, debes saber que has perdido tu lugar en su corazón.

Do you think it's right to not say goodbye to the man you yourself said was on the very first page of your very first volume of your diary? This is the very last page of his.

No fue él el único que te despidió cuando te mandaron a Tokio? ¿No es su nombre el que figura en la primera página del primero de tus diarios? Y ahora que él llega a la última página del suyo, ¿no vas a despedirlo? —No quiero hacerlo. No quiero verlo morir. Shimamura no supo si esa respuesta reflejaba el más gélido o el más conmovedor de los sentimientos.

A minute later, the young Turk and Howard parted on frosty terms, not much warmed by Howard's twenty-pence tip, the only extra change he had in his pocket. It is on journeys like this – where one is so horribly misunderstood – that you find yourself longing for home, that place where you are entirely understood, for better or for worse.

On the morrow of my wedding we shall be parted for a long time; but, Daniel, you are of stuff to understand me. Friendship can subsist in the absence of the friend.

Will you keep this?" he asked, holding up the pendant. "Please. Don't show it to your folks. But keep it, please. I'm not asking for anything else. You're going away. God knows when I'll see you again. I can accept what you say about your feelings for me. I have to. But what harm will it do if you take this, and then at least, I'll know that something I got for you is with you.

Goodbye Kid. Hurry back. – Humphrey Bogart, last words to Lauren Bacall as she briefly left his bedside before his death.

Anyway, you can't leave her like that. You can't do that to the woman. She doesn't deserve it; nobody does. You don't belong to her and she doesn't belong to you, but you're both part of each other; if she got up and left now and walked away and you never saw each other again for the rest of your lives, and you lived an ordinary waking life for another fifty years, even so on your deathbed you would still know she was part of you.

One day in the 1930s, as winter approached and Jan was preparing to return to his parents' home, he asked Pulika to pose for a photo. Pulika asked, "Why do you need a photo of me? Are you going to betray me to the police?" Jan replied that he wanted the photo to remember him by. Pulika responded, "If you need a piece of paper to remember me by, forget me.

He kicked each of his shoes over the wall and into the crowd, adding, "that some friends of his had often said he should die in his shoes, but that he would make them liars.

Goodbye my doubts, and good luck in hell.

Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together.

I am pained that you should say so, my lady. I will be sorry to be parted from you.

It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place. It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave me only little broken-up molecules of it at a time. It stenciled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.

Each second neared our last. We danced. "Kieren . . ." "Shhh . . ." We danced. "I'll be okay." Was that me lying? Or him? We danced. "Close your eyes," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. "Know that I'm missing you already and that you'll always be in my prayers." When I opened my eyes, I stood alone in the middle of the dance floor.

Once again John and I kissed good-bye.

Good-bye isn't the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it's simply time to go.

Farewell Piorewiczowna, unasked for shadow I don't even remember your first name.

Death is not the saddest way to lose somebody you love.

West," she said fondly, "whatever are you going to do when all of us leave you in peace?" Sighing, West kissed her forehead. "I'll miss you, damn it.