Quotes About Parting

I guess this is it," Chelsea said. "The beginning of good-bye.

No one wants to see you leave. Their stomachs will miss you. I'll miss you.

Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

Where is the good in goodbye?

Só tem viagem quem recebe adeuses.

It is amazing how nice people are to you when they know you're going away.

I just met history for a couple of hours, and then our ways parted.

If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless. If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.

I want a man who watches me walk away.

and a line from Emily Dickinson that had been running through my head for months: "Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

Sometimes people don't come back,' said Rachel. 'That's why you should always make your goodbyes count.

She looked over a shoulder, a gesture he would never get over, a moment fixed in his mind—the perfection of her skin, the music in her laughter; her eyes brown in places that brown could only dream of reaching. And he knew at that precise moment that he would always yearn for Belita, whether they spent their lives together or if they parted that evening and he never saw her again.

Manchmal kommen Menschen nicht zurück. Deshalb sollte man immer darauf achten, sich richtig zu verabschieden.

Know this: if we meet again, I may not remember you." He pulled the thick sheaf of mismatched pages from under his shirt, extracted the topmost sheet and pressed it into her hand. "And if I do not, then give me this. It will remind me of the girl who shed a tear for the lost king. Go now. Get to the leygate.

Regarde, c'est la mort, mon amour.

I think our relationship with Epic had run its natural course, and it happened to coincide with the fulfillment of our contract. We decided not to resign with them.

Young man, consider that the train has left, and all you can do is loudly slam the door in farewell.

flute. As I stood in the doorway, he lingered over it, then, carefully rewrapping it, placed it in his box of treasured things. I never saw the flute again. *

When he got a divorce, he and his wife split the house. He got the outside.

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There were a series of closing kisses, goodbye kisses, kisses placed like lids on boxes—then the lid would pop off and need to be replaced. There, this is the final kiss—no, this is the final kiss. This one is, it really is. And now I'm just kissing that kiss good night.

Morning had gotten lost on the way home. We would lie this way forever, always saying goodbye, never parting.

Lo, none is allowed to take his goods with him, Lo, none who departs comes back again!

On the evening my mother-in-law died, the noise of a chance sudden downpour resounded in the walkway and through the garden, roaring as though everything around us were being hammered by a fall of pebbles. That was why I was unable to catch what she said in the last moments before her eyes closed.