Quotes About Farewell

I left them all and walked briskly towards the aeroplane not looking back, looking only at my shadow before me, a dancing dwarf on the tarmac (122).

Sorrow fought with joy in his mind. He was going home, but he had lost Thorgil and Rune forever.

I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees—watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.

You should pack up your statuary and go home.

Nuestro sino es marcharnos [...]. No hemos de quedarnos para siempre.

Death comes once, let it be easy.

When the rose's flash to the sunset Reels to the wrack and the twist, And the rose is a red bygone, When the face I love is going And the gate to the end shall clang, And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long"— Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time.

I say good-by when I see you going in the doors, The hopeless open doors that call and wait And take you then for- how many cents a day? How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers? I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists, In the dark, in the silence, day by day, And all the blood of you drop by drop, And you are old before you are young.

Supe entonces que dedicaría cada minuto que nos quedaba juntos a hacerla feliz, a reparar el daño que le había hecho y a devolverle lo que nunca supe darle. Estas páginas serás nuestra memoria hasta que su último aliento se apague en mis brazos y la acompañe mar adentro, donde rompe la corriente, para sumergirme con ella para siempre y poder al fin huir a un lugar donde ni el cielo ni el infierno nos puedan encontrar jamás.

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.

Los muertos nunca acuden a su propio entierro.

I caressed Cristina in the dark, listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to each other and to nobody else.

Sólo desaparece la gente que tiene algún sitio adonde ir

Write," he said. "I'll write to you as soon as I get there," answered Julián. "No. Not to me. Write books. Not letters. Write them for me, for Penélope." Julián nodded, realizing only then how much he was going to miss his friend. "And keep your dreams," said Miquel. "You never know when you might need them." "Always," murmured Julián, but the roar of the train had already stolen his words.

People only dissappear when they have somewhere to go

Bea is the only good thing I've ever done in my life,' he said. 'Take care of her for me.' My father went with him to the door and watched him walk away down Calle Santa Ana, with that sadness that softens men who are aware that they are growing old together.

Marino, zabra?a? ze sob? wszystkie odpowiedzi.

La muerte tiene estas cosas: a todo el mundo le despierta la sesiblería. Frente a un ataúd, todos vemos sólo lo bueno o lo que queremos ver.

Només desapareix la gent que té algun lloc on anar.

Y dicho esto con más solemnidad de la que probablemente merece la ocasión, más vale aterrizar a ras de página y pedirle al amigo lector que nos acompañe al cierre de esta historia y nos ayude a encontrar lo más difícil para un pobre narrador atrapado en su propio laberinto: la puerta de salida.

La muerte tiene estas cosas: a todo el mundo le despierta la sensiblería. Frente a un ataúd, todos vemos sólo lo bueno o lo que queremos ver.

God bless, and don't hesitate never to come back here again.

People only disappear when they have somewhere to go.