Quotes About Parting

I want your smile to be the last I see, your hand in mine, and your voice whispering in my ear as we part this earth together.

You are out of my sight, but you will never be out of my heart, I may not see your face, but I will always remember your smile, I will never hear your voice again but you will forever whisper in my ear, I never got to say goodbye to you, or tell you how much you really meant to me, one day we will meet at heavens gates and I will be with you again and this time it will be forever.

If you start to miss me Remember, I didn't walk away You let me go...

Words, Kaden. Only lost unsaid words that added up to good-bye.

I love you," I cried, even as I choked on water. If there were to be last words he heard from me, I wanted it to be those. And then I felt us sliding, tumbling, the world turning upside down, and I lost sight of him, lost sight of everything,

Some last words should never be said.

Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.

What good would one last good-bye do? Wouldn't it just prolong the pain?

We can never know the exact moment when someone will leave our lives forever. How many times had I bargained with the gods for one more day, one hour, just one minute. Was that too much to ask? One minute to say the unsaid things that were still trapped inside me. Or maybe I only wanted one more minute to say a real good-bye.

escorted her off the train. "We don't know for sure that he

Gleich als Du fortwarst, fing es an zu regnen. - Ich wußte, daß ein Ende so beginnt. Weil wir nie wieder denen begegnen, die für uns ausersehen sind.

Nunca más volveré a verte, y tu nunca más volverás a ver nada

Steve Durkee had left not on friendly terms, which is not unusual in the Paisley world.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

After you slept with a woman, she took away with her a small hunk of you. It wasn't bad, as long as the relationship went on. It was something you didn't mind giving up, because it would always be close by. It was only when things ended that you really felt the loss.

I murmur something that sounds like "goodbye" but tastes like "hello.

How are we going to say goodbye?" Will asks in a sleepfurry voice. He means now. I mean forever. "I don't want to." His sleepy smile slaughters me. If I was standing, it would have sent me to my knees.

Marriage should be a temporary relation," he wrote in his journal during the summer of his chaste tryst with Cary. "When each of two souls ha[ve] exhausted the other of that good which each held for the other, they should part in the same peace in which they met, not parting from each other, but drawn to new society. The new love is the balm to prevent a wound from forming where the old love was detached.

A grieving son was given the opportunity to write parting words on a card at his mother's funeral. He quoted the verse, "And morning came and Jesus was standing on the shore.

Farewell is a beautiful and a soft word and yet it is a horrible and a heavy thing too!

Farewell is a beautiful and a soft word and yet it is a horrible and a heavy thing!

There will be no 'one day,'" I yell. "Because holidays are over, Griggs, and you and I are never going to cross paths again. Not in the next ten days. Not ever! Have a fantastic life. [...] "Be careful what you wish for," he says with quiet menace, "because I'm about this close to telling you to get the fuck out of my life." I stare at him. "What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

On Friday morning, when Eugenia leaves, Rosie bawls, trying to embrace her, but her grandmother isn't the type. The older woman just keeps on walking until she gets into the cab. It doesn't mean Eugenia feels less. Martha thinks it means that she feels more, but is worried about the dam that'll burst if she ever lets the emotion get the better of her.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.