Quotes About Farewells

Give warm greetings and farewells. I was surprised by how much this resolution changed the atmosphere of my home.

Airports and train stations are where you get to cry

Wolves hate farewells,...

As many farewells as be stars in heaven.

There is nothing but meetings and partings in this world

Don't be sad about the goodbyes! Because in many farewells, better unions are hidden!

It's the good-byes that are hard.

It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.

In the visitor's book at Crome Ivor had left, according to his invariable custom in these cases, a poem. He had improvised it magisterially in the ten minutes preceding his departure. Denis and Mr. Scogan strolled back together from the gates of the courtyard, whence they had bidden their last farewells; on the writing-table in the hall they found the visitor's book, open, and Ivor's composition scarcely dry. Mr. Scogan read it aloud:

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

I'd wanted a real kiss, something to remember, but i'd long ago learned not to be picky with farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised.You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a goodbye at all.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

Oh, it seems a sin to ask compassion of the dead, those who died in pain, those I couldn't save, those for whom I didn't have the right farewells

Afterwards I thought it best to spare you any more farewells, which are upon human lips, of all words, the most natural, and of all the most painful.

Nothing more was said. It was evident that Uncle Robert, like Lady Catherine de Bourgh, would say no farewells and make no compliments.

Farewells have reasons. If you can sense the reality, time is the medicine.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

Each death and departure comes to us as a surprise, a sorrow never anticipated. Life is a long series of farewells; only the circumstances should surprise us.

This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn't want to forget a single one.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

The world is full of lasts,

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

What our lives but a series of farewells and returns, no?