Quotes About Farewell

My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again.

For recessional music there's Closing Time by Semisonic, a four-chord farewell to the old century.

When they have reached their term, take them back in kindness, or part from them in kindness. KORAN

In September countless sand and house-martins jazz above the river, taking insects from the surface, from the air, thousands of birds kissing the river farewell. They creak, a sound like the air rubbing against itself. Summer is everything they know; they're preparing themselves, sensing in the shortening days a door they must dash through before it shuts.

For one final, exquisitely tender instant they clung to each other. Love, deep and bittersweet in this moment of truth, arced between them. Then there were hands, pushing them apart, drawing Niall away. "Yer pardon, m'lord," came an anxious voice. "It's time. It's women's work now. Step aside.

If you love something, know that it will leave on a day you are far from ready.

Home was this whole perfectly contained universe--town, friends, acquaintances, the streets we traveled every day...And we were about to leave it all.

Allen Walker, we're giving you a chance to abandon the Order of your own free will. (heart) This is your retirement party. (heart)

I'll keep walking so I can…see you again someday.

But all I can come up with is: 'See you, Mr. Musker. And Thank you.' Words that are too small because there are no words big enough.

Anything that humanity does from here on out is a wave at the band as we leave the dance floor.

post mortem triste

I took [Kate's] hand in mine, and felt her fingers squeeze back. And I thought: home. It took me completely by surprise. But I suppose that once you bid farewell to your first home, you're always looking for another—that place where you can feel happy and strong and at your best. For three years I'd called the Aurora home. But now that I lived in Paris, it was not the city itself that was home. It was Kate.

Konrad had gone to the New World without me, and no matter how fast I ran westward, how close I kept to the sunsets, I would never catch up with him now.

Goodbye, from the world's biggest polluter.

I'll be on my way soon," he promised. "Let me pay for this first." He put the "S" on the counter. He'd chosen milk chocolate. She preferred dark.

Ann stooped in front of Geneva. "Good-bye, honey. I hope you come and see us again soon." Geneva said nothing, just stared at her solemnly. "Thanks for everything," Justin said. "Good luck making that ballet class." He led his daughter outside where she immediately cringed as the cold air and snow pelted her face. "I'm sorry I didn't bring the car.

Let's slide some more," Willie suggested to wipe away her sadness. They were holding hands and slide-skating on the ice with Booboo at their heels when Marla suddenly said, "Oops, it's over an hour. I've got to go." "Like Cinderella," he said. "So? Aren't you the frog prince?

Marla came to school the next day, but it was just to say good-bye. "Why, Marla," Mrs. Tealso said, "I'm sorry to lose you." "Me, too, Mrs. Tealso," Marla said. "I liked it here, and I--" Before she could finish she burst into tears and cried so hard that Mrs. Tealso had to send her to the girls' room to get control of herself.

Meus dias são sempre como uma véspera de partida. Movimento-me entre as pontas como quem sabe que daqui a pouco já não vai estar presente. As malas estão prontas, as despedidas foram feitas. Caminhando de um lado para outro na plataforma da estação, só me resta olhar as coisas lerdo e torvo, sem nenhuma emoção, nenhuma vontade de ficar.

Quando eu olhar a noite enorme do Equador, pensarei se tudo isso foi um encontro ou uma despedida.

Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.

His love for her had never been stronger. He caressed her arm, as if he were caressing the soul that had now left her body. He didn't look back when he left. It was not 'good-bye', it was 'until we meet again'.

To the psychotherapist an old man who cannot bid farewell to life appears as feeble and sickly as a young man who is unable to embrace it.