Quotes About Farewell

Had I known, I would not have left you, alone beneath those stars, on the night when I last saw you, not knowing it was the last.

I looked at him and said, "I've died.

When I put the poncho on to show Elf she said farewell to arms.

We left the way one leaves a cherished but impossible love: our hearts heavy with regret but beating with great hope.

That's the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn't it? We always have so many questions.

Sully: I never said good-bye Giselle: Such a needless word when you love somebody

I'm on the last great journey here--and people want me to tell them what to pack.

Finally, on the fourth of November, when those he loved had left the room just for a moment—to grab coffee in the kitchen, the first time none of them were with him since the coma began—Morrie stopped breathing.

whisper their good-byes.

Morrie closed his eyes. I know, Mitch. You mustn't be afraid of my dying. I've had a good life, and we all know it's going to happen. I maybe have four or five months.

It's only horrible if you see it that way, Morrie said. It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye. He smiled. Not everyone is so lucky.

He told Koppel he knew when it would be time to say good-bye. "For me, Ted, living means I can be responsive to the other person. It means I can show my emotions and my feelings. Talk to them. Feel with them …" He exhaled. "When that is gone, Morrie is gone.

And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem: 'My dear and loving cousin.. Your ageless heart as you ,love through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia..' .. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.

And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem: 'My dear and loving cousin.. Your ageless heart as you move through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia..' .. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.

When people leave this Earth, their loved ones always weep." She smiled. "But I promise you, those who leave do not.

Back in the sanctuary, the Reb concluded his taped message by saying, "Please love one another, talk to one another, don't let trivialities dissolve friendships…" Then he sang a simple tune, which translated to: "Good-bye friends, good-bye friends, good-bye, good-bye, see you again, see you again, good-bye." The congregation, one last time, joined in. You could say it was the loudest prayer of his career. But I always knew he'd go out with a song.

I never said good-bye." "Such a needless word," she said, "when you love somebody.

but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

so by making the promise he demanded she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

There is no more Angel!

Did not we vow that we would neither of us be either before or after the other even in travelling the last journey of life? And can you find it in your heart to leave me now?